PAUL MILES
wonder? I recently drank tea from chipped mugs with a good friend of mine, a proper professional classic motorcycle man. I rely on Chris to get my bikes working after I’ve already fixed them, ensuring that he gets to earn double the fee he’d normally receive from a punter; such is my generosity. One such prospective customer had recently shown him a BSA twin in need of some work. Between slurps of brew, I pretended to see clearly the images on his phone without my glasses on. Through
