I was into my forties when I came to biking, not a symptom of the male menopause but being one of life's good guys and only having one car at the time, I thought my wife's need was greater than mine. Until I passed my test, I commuted on a little red Yamaha RXS100 then moved up to a nippy, belt-driven Kawasaki GPZ305. After a gap of a dozen years, I returned to biking with a CBF600 in 2005. My choice of bikes probably tells you quite a lot about my biking style, let's face it, I'm never voluntarily going to have my knee within a foot of the tarmac. On the other hand I have successfully completed the last two National Rallies so I'm not a totally useless although my mock test involved an ambulance, a fire engine, a police car and a broken collar bone.

I look after the website simply because in a moment of overenthusiastic folly, when rational thought totally deserted me, I volunteered. That said, I hope it goes some little way to clearing the considerable debt I owe CWAM for the time and energy they've spent on trying to make me a better motorcyclist and shepherding me on ride outs. 

If you're in any doubt, I'm the one at the front.