There I was, somewhere along a dusty and chaotic road in Nepal, riding the final stretch of a two-week motorcycle tour in 2018. The journey had taken me through awe-inspiring landscapes of Kathmandu, Pokhara, Chitwan, and Muktinath. I was tired, filthy, and riding a Chinese-made 250 cc Crossfire dirt bike that was, like most dirt bikes, way too tall for me. Every stop was a balancing act, with one foot barely reaching the ground and the other hooked over the seat like I was practicing a yoga half-moon or tree pose. Making things even harder were uneven roads cluttered with cows, chickens, children, tuk-tuks, and colourful buses blasting musical horns.
My eyes were tired from constantly scanning for places I could get a foot down when stopped, and my clutch…
