For 18 years I've been riding around here trying somehow to find a way to become the fastest motorcyclist to ride the length of the Americas

Three days ago I entered Bolivia and below is the film of that transition from Peru into this extraordinary country.

Back Roads The great thing about slowing down the ride is that for the first time in my life I have the opportunity to take small back ro...

So I'm on the Pan American Highway, got to get a wriggle on as the best bits to film are in the Andes further south starting east of Nazca.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we're going to move on. These films so far are actually a few days behind me - takes time to film and then edit and...

Robert Dunlop said “I just ride my bike but a bit fast like.” So to paraphrase him “I ride my bike but just a bit far like!” Can I say that?

What we see is a dream within a dream and without the discipline of philosophical tautology this is something we have no way of disproving

“All good books,” Hemingway wrote, “are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened to you."

My career master said, “half of you have gone as far as you'll go,” then said, “some of you a bit further.” I wanted much further than that.

No panniers made my bike less of a catch to drug smugglers as it wouldn’t carry much but hellish quick if it were just body parts.

“Fall off your motorbike,” I said gently, and she turned to me and smiled, “no, I can see you’re a biker, but I’m a dancer.”

Big pants and braces is de rigour and we’re a feather short of wearing confederate caps as cigars get pulled theatrically from clenches lips

Whiffing of scent a bloke built like a truck brushed past wearing a pink camisole, tight red trousers pulled along by an Abyssinian Rabbit

“This is whaat a think,” said the truck driver, “you’ve come from that New York an’ I wouldn’t give you spit fer them cos they’re so damn...

I'm going around the world, again. It's not a day by day account, some days will get missed just to get where I need to get to, so I'm co...