The morning air is cool and dry. I try to savour it, knowing it will be a sweet, sweet distant dream in a couple hours.

If your painter loves what they do enough to continue polishing to high shine until the minute you leave with your parts, they’re a keeper.

Sometimes it’s fun to back away from the fine art photography and play with grubby bikes and expired film developer.

Motor-cycling is not a strenuous pastime even for the delicate girl, who is not overburdened with strength and stamina.

Passing through some magical bit that is all ravines and empty road, I have the place all to myself. Just nothing. Nothing but empty, wild countryside.

Beauty alone is nothing without substance and intelligence and motivation to create.

Just because you can disassemble a carburettor lightening fast doesn’t mean you can’t also get your needlecraft on…

No way I can get out of it now. This was as ready as I was gonna be.

Being what is likely the cheapest safety conscious moto gear you can get your hands on, I’ve amassed a few pairs, but these are the ones I tend to reach for time and again.

Conversation/motivation starters.

The poetry of home as a concept: a budding love story.

…and passionate escape artists, and occasional hooligans...

Our round up on The Machine Show 2018.

With age comes responsibility, apparently. Thirty feels the same as when I was in high school but with more bills to pay and the ability to drive myself places. Is growing up the freedom to decide on breakfast-cake? Or the sophistication to choose the more sensible option?

Capturing light and painting shadows.

You could kill the glove industry with your bare hands.

Between people calling me "Ma’am" and a Denis Rodman sighting, it's just another 7am in Hollywood.

The events of The Human Centipede could largely have been avoided if the female protagonists were skilled enough to change a tyre. When my father taught me how to change a tyre, I’m sure he didn’t expect me to be caught up in a similar rogue-German-surgeon scenario, but more likely figured it would save me from being stranded for hours on the side of the road...

Now I usually try to be a very organised person, but there is something about being in foreign countries that makes me want to wave my metaphorical dick in the wind.

The tale delves a bit more into metaphysics than motorcycle maintenance but the connection is irrefutable.

If I told you Jimi Hendrix, Cher, and Dennis Hopper all gave something the seal of approval, would you wear it too?

Getting handsy.

Bemoaned financials aside, what is the imperative? The answer: to ride my motorbike.

Keeping a bike on the road is kind of like trying to summon Captain Planet, except that you don’t need a fancy ring, or to be part of a wholesome gang. Get it wrong and you could become known as Captain Pollution.