The Ride Home

Hello. I'm James.

Most of my life happens outside. Two wheels, long roads, high places.

The rides. The places. The people.

Welcome to my corner of the internet.

Have a look around. Say hello before you go.

Hello. I'm James.

Rider and wanderer. A life measured in long roads and high places.

About me

The short version

I'm James. I ride a BMW GS 1300, I climb hills slower than I used to, and I believe the best conversations happen at the side of a road. This site is my logbook: the trips I loved, the photos I keep coming back to, and a few thoughts written down before I forget them.

If you've ended up here, we've probably shared a road, a paddock, or a pint somewhere. Good. Stay a minute.

James standing on a green hillside in a cream fleece, smiling, with a moorland ridge behind him
My journeys

Roads worth writing home about

Press and hold the button. Every trip starts with holding the throttle a second longer than is sensible.

James in motorbike gear beside his BMW GS by a Norwegian lake with red boathouses and snowy mountains
Norway

Norway, the long way up

Two weeks, one GS, and roads that kept outdoing each other. Red boathouses, snow in June, and coffee that tasted better at altitude.

Family photo on the starting grid with the championship winning Yamaha and a row of trophies
The track

Championship autumns

Race paddocks became a second home. The 2021 season gave us a title, a family photo on the grid, and a shelf that suddenly needed more trophies.

A rider silhouetted on a mountain road at first light, from the opening film
Home turf

The hills at home

No engine, just boots. The Beacons in low cloud is still my favorite view in the world.

Blog

Written at the side of the road

Aug 2026

Why the GS

People ask why I ride a bus of a bike. Because it goes everywhere, carries everything, and never complains. Neither do I, if the coffee stops keep coming.

Jun 2026

What Norway teaches you

Weather there is a suggestion. You pack for four seasons, get all of them before lunch, and stop minding by day three. The roads make up for every soaking.

May 2026

On slowing down

I spent years chasing lap times. These days the speed matters less than where the road goes. The view is better when you arrive slow enough to see it.

More posts on the way. I write them faster than I ride uphill.

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The road's better with company

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