The Petrolhead Travelogues

Dead horses, armed border guards and furious Slavs stand in the way. Join Andy on his battered old Suzuki GS1000G as we cross Europe, and ride together through the Iron Curtain to reach the very edge of Asia. Filled with adventure and humor, poignant and accidentally informative, this true-life story tells of travel in an era long gone, when we read paper maps like pirates on the high seas, and friends were made and lost along roads less traveled.

The year is 1989. The destination is North Cape, far inside the Arctic Circle. An era of travel without smartphones, GPS, Google Maps, and still not an ounce of common sense. Andy has swapped his battered old Suzuki for a spanking new Kawasaki GPZ1000RX. Let's ride together as we cross fjords, frozen tundra and high mountain passes to reach the most northern point of Europe.

Book three in the series is filled with more madcap escapades and humour. This true-life story tells of travel in an era long gone, when we read paper maps like pirates on the high seas, and friends were made and lost along roads less travelled. For folks who like their travels with a twist of disaster, Andy's misguided misadventures deliver the usual laughs on the highway to hell. It's a cautionary tale told by one of the most hapless wanderers.

It has been nearly four decades since Andy rode a Fast Bike to Byzantium. Many bikes have come and gone, but now living in the United States of America, Andy has sadly become a stranger to the joys of motorcycling. Until, out of the blue, a serendipitous and possibly alcohol fuelled conversation provides him with both the motorcycle, the opportunity, and the desire to explore the vast, untamed landscapes of America. Join Andy as he embarks on an audacious cross-country journey, rediscovering the intoxicating lure of the unknown.

Set against the drizzly backdrop of a 1980s Thatcherite Britain, three good mates, with more enthusiasm than expertise, decide to put together a 'proddie' racing team. The ‘Bimota Drinking Club’ is formed, and with nothing more than a set of second-hand leathers and a shed full of rusty spanners, the search begins for both the bike, and the talented rider, who can take the team to racing glory.