Sometimes people ask me about the whole motorcycle thing. What's the grey-haired guy doing with the old bike, they ask. So here it is: if you travel in a modern car, with all its comforts, you may as well be sitting in a hotel lounge gazing out at the world beyond the glass. Nice, but a bit like TV. On a motorcycle (especially an old one you've restored yourself) I'm aware of everything around me. Yes, it's a bit dangerous; yes, it's uncomfortable; yes, it's exhilarating. And as such it allows me to be present, to be in the experience of travel.