After a long an arduous career trying to be the next big thing in the motorcycle road racing scene, going from one BSB round to the next, with one team after the next, on one bike after the next, I finally realised I probably didn?t have what it takes to get to MotoGP. And, if I’m being brutally honest with myself, I was deficient in more than one department. Budget, contacts, talent, size (I was too tall as a kid, now I’m too fat). They were all things I tried my best to improve upon, but to little or no avail.

I think it was approximately 2015 AD when the realisation set in. The realisation that for the thousands of pounds I was throwing at BSB every year, I wasn?t ever likely to get a whole lot back from it. Other than the memories, of course (some fantastic ones, some horrendous ones). So what was I supposed to do" Carry on chasing (and throwing everything I’ve got at) an increasingly impossible dream" Or was it time to try my hand at something new"
Toilet

I decided it was time I made a change in my life. I was about 25 at the time, so too old to get into video games, and too young to start playing golf. It was quite the quandary, until one day the decision was all but made for me. There I was, testing my superstock ZX-10R, when a little bald feller I was sharing a pit box with sidled up to me and started telling me how much more fun road racing is. He told me it was high time I binned BSB off and put my name down for the TT...