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I remember motorbikes.

The clothing, for summer and winter.

The decision about whether to ride or not.

The endless, endless paperwork. From MOT test dates to insurance renewal dates and so on and so forth.

Most of all, I remember the visceral pleasure on arriving at an hotel after 5 hours of solid rain.

And the indescribable feeling of riding 5 laps of a track as hard and fast as I could.

Keep writing, Keith.

Archie