Silent Running
Chris Northover explores rugged countryside without waking the wildlife...
The smell of a small, two-stroke engine and the sound of it ring-ding-dinging into life still sends a little excited shiver down my back.
As kids, even if we couldn’t get out to ride, my brother and I used to love starting our little dirt bike up in the shed, reveling in the smell and dreaming of the next opportunity to kit up and go charging through some puddles. And then the neighbours would come knocking, wondering why their washing now smelled like a garage full of old chainsaws.
