Some people were born to explore, to challenge the world, the elements and hardships that come with it… but that’s not me, and it’s certainly not Carl or Boothy, who spend most of their wages on pedicures, facials and lipo (in Boothy’s case). As my dad would often say, there was a time when being a motorcyclist meant dirt behind your nails, skinned knuckles and lots of head scratching at the side of the road while one tried to figure out why four litres of oil had departed a machine’s crankcases. Of course, nowadays that just means you’re a scooterist, right? Still, being a sportsbike rider comes with its compromises. Yes, you get the lion’s share of thrill-filled riding, but bad backs, knees and achy necks come with the territory,…
