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“I’m going to walk into the center of town for coffee and a smoke with my friends, then my girlfriend is going to have sex with a Superhuman.” I can’t help but laugh, Nazar laughs, and in this special moment I’m lifted by his incredible happiness. He is going home a hero, and for the first time since a Russian artillery shell took his leg and after undergoing 17 surgeries, he will be without his wheelchair.

Solo Moto

by Neale Bayly | Jun 23, 2026 | Ride Life, Rides & Roads | 3 |

What am I doing here? Out in the wide-open farmland between Dnipro City and Kharkiv, as I realize I haven’t seen a house, a car or a person for what feels like too long, the voices are winning. The voices that, on the surface at least, are gnawing at my psyche as they repeatedly question my purpose in Ukraine. The more rational part of my brain argues it is just stress and fear finding a way out, as my ego won’t admit to being afraid. That the constant air alerts, blown up buildings, and at times explosions on the horizon are not bothering me. I had come face to face with my fear the previous year I thought so surely, I was beyond that now?

Cardo Comms in Peru

by Neale Bayly | Feb 3, 2025 | Bikes & Gear | 1 |

Arriving in Arequipa a week earlier, we were greeted with a plethora of “to do” items as we got ready to take seven riders on their first motorcycle tour in Peru. With Chip having had a job launching the Space Shuttle in his previous life, I asked if he would install the Cardo PACKTALK EDGE Duo units into our helmets. I was more than a little consumed with minutia as well as being a mechanical and electrical Muppet. I have a Klim adventure helmet and Chip wears a Bell Qualifier with built-in comms pocket.

Resurrecting A Laverda, Part 1

by Neale Bayly | Jan 13, 2025 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 1 |

In early 1981 I rolled into the town of Colchester on a well-worn Yamaha XT 500, flat broke wearing a leather jacket, a pair of thread bare jeans, and just a bag of clothes on my back. As I pulled over in the high street to get my bearings, it happened. A bright orange Laverda Jota fired up a few hundred yards away, filling the high street with the most blood-curdling roar as the owner blipped the throttle to warm the engine. Watching transfixed as he then climbed on, clicked the snarling beast into gear, before dropping the clutch, and taking off with the most intoxicating cacophony of sound I had ever heard. Winding the big triple up close to red line in first gear before letting off to slow for the traffic light, the noise the big Laverda made on the overrun was as equally stunning as it snorted and backfired in the quiet English afternoon.

Neale Bayly’s Moto Flashbacks: Back to Sunny Florida

by Neale Bayly | Jan 2, 2025 | Ride Life | 0 |

As the minor character in this horrendous drama, the fact that my bones were mending and my dependence on narcotics was waning, apart from when Wibbly came to visit, and I was beginning to get my strength back was all positive. Walks around the garden were extending to the end of the drive, the end of the road and even down to the local chippie (fish and chip shop in English). My thoughts began now to focus on Florida, specifically the sun, beaches and girls in bikinis. Not that there’s anything wrong with living with your mother in freezing, cold, damp weather with seven hours of murky daylight.