Today, I had two pleasant conversations with strangers in London. Now this is not unheard of in the north, but who speaks to anyone in the City?
People on bikes, it turns out, at the traffic lights. I asked after a bizarre three-wheeled scooter and had a great response from a French guy, who was delighted to be asked and loved my KTM. Five minutes later, a lad on a BMW F650GS pulled up in traffic and asked what I thought of my 950 Supermoto, as he was thinking of getting one: we pulled off the road for a brief chat.
Now this can’t have cost me more than two minutes, but even in the rain and the grime, it was a pleasant start to the day, and for three people too.
