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Swiss mountains, May 2019


Have you ever seen a dog with its head out of the car window, eyes closed and tongue flapping in the wind? That's me every time I take to the road. But with my eyes open and a few bugs in my mouth.

Five years ago, I was doing a tiring 3.5 hour commute into London when someone suggested getting a little moped and scooting to work instead.


With no idea whatsoever about bikes, I did a CBT course on the weekend, bought a Yamaha 125 Nmax from Daytona and pootled off down the A40 a few days later.

Within a week, I had raging bike-envy and dreamed nightly about engines - I liked big bikes and I can't deny...

After winter, I did my full bike test and found the love of my life: a limited edition, Kawasaki W800 in maroon. 

Being a lady biker garners bemused looks and you can be sure of heads turning and stereotypes crashing as I fly by.

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