MCN,
22 May 2013 09:30
The air is warm again, the tarmac shimmers and the sun strokes the back of every rider’s neck. Leathers hang patiently, helmets seem to buzz in anticipation and garage doors are poised on standby. At no point in this fantasy is it cool to walk outside in your finest attire and straddle a filthy, gunk-clad bike. Sometimes we tell ourselves ...
