Funny, how a motorcycle can form an immediate bond between perfect strangers, I have encountered that a number of times lately.
I work for television and have taken up writing as well. My next book, a travel guide for bikers to the Black Forest (Southern Germany), is due to be published in autumn and I am in the middle of research and photo shoots. On the Harley of course.
Even in places that have absolutely nothing to do with bikes or bikers, I find them, those who have the same passion.
In a pottery in Seelbach I met a wonderful guy called Georg the other day. Turns out he used to have a bike as well. And his bike (him being German it was of course a BMW) was the reason why he was able to train as a potter all those years ago.
He took his future boss out on a ride, who enjoyed the run so much, he gave George the apprenticeship. Now he runs his own beautiful pottery. Thanks to his BMW.
Do we not all know stories like this, where the bike has really made a difference and has even changed the course our life was taking?
What absolutely and utterly amazes me is the fact, that even though you seem to have nothing whatsoever in common with some people: you have, the minute you start talking bike.