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.