John O'Groats to Land's End Charity Rides 2014 - 2018

(Roger's Charity Rides for Prostate Cancer UK)

An anecdotal account of my rides is available on

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I had the privilege to meet Henry Cole when he came to Harrogate on the 19th October for his book launch and signing. 

I won’t change what I’ve already written about him in my book, but only to say that I was disappointed that the Yorkshire County Bikers and those who frequent Squires Café, did not make an effort to see him. It would have made for a spectacular event in his honour and would have reaffirmed the brotherhood that supposedly exists amidst the biking community.

Henry Cole is a genuine biker risen from the ashes of the symbolic phoenix of life and is the perfect example of what can be achieved with determination, desire and grit.

He is truly passionate about the world of biking and life. His responses to the questions asked about his misadventures off/on two wheels were funny and indicative of the respect and humility he has for other bikers and humanity.

I look forward to tucking fully into his book and being more attentive of his experiences and to read about his enormous contributions to the world of the motorcycle life on two wheels. 

He is an inspiration and I’m glad that I got to finally meet him and his charming family. 

Respect Dude.


You can meet Henry and I on





After my return, I posted this final address to my fellow bikers. 

"I would like to once again make this  final plea, in a last ditch attempt to generate some positivity from you all and if successful, will go down as the greatest demonstration of our compassion for our fellow men suffering from Prostate Cancer in the history of our nation’

As you read this, 1 in every 8 men is affected and 1 man is dying from Prostate Cancer every minute.

We need to stand together as a great beacon of light of hope to millions of men who have been seared in the flames of this withering illness.

We must face the tragic fact that men will not be free as long as this disease continues to take our lives. Until a cure is found, we will be sadly crippled by the manacles of this illness which does not discriminate.

It does not care if you are white, black, yellow, red, whether you ride a 50 c.c ride-about or a 1200 c.c speed-king or do not even ride a bike.

We all live on a lonely island of material prosperity, devoid of charity and compassion. Men still languish in the corners of a society that cares not for the poor and suffering.

So, I address you today to deliberately dramatise an appalling condition. In a sense, I’m coming to you to cash a cheque. 

When the architects of our humanity wrote their magnificent words of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, they were signing a promissory note.

This note also promised that all men be guaranteed the liberty to be free of disease, to possess the inalienable rights of life, to enjoy the equality of treatment and indulge in the pursuit of health and happiness.

We have been given a bad cheque by Prostate Cancer which has come back marked "Insufficient Funds." 

I refuse to believe that the banks of compassion is bankrupt and that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of the soul of this nation.

So, I’ve come to cash this cheque, a cheque that will mark our brotherhood as strong and true.

In this sweltering summer of fun, frolics and great rides, I am coming to you to remind you of the fierce urgency of ‘Now’ 

This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of indifference to the sunlit path of hope. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of medical injustice, to the solid rock of care and compassion. 

Now, is the time to make finding a cure a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation of bikers to overlook the urgency of the moment. The increased number of fatalities will not pass, until we find a cure to Prostate Cancer.

Make 2018 not an end, but a beginning.

Let us help those who suffer with this disease, by giving them hope that we as a nation are doing everything we can to find the cure for what will otherwise continue to ravage and deprive us of our friends and family.

Personally, I will not rest until my fellow men are granted the equal opportunity to enjoy a quality of life that is their right. We must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

We do not walk alone in search of this solution. The many dedicated researchers are doing it for us. They will not turn back and neither must we turn our backs on the greatest challenge to befall men.

The unspeakable horrors of this brutal disease must be eradicated. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies maintain the rights to live with dignity.

I have a dream that if all the biking brotherhood and communities donated just £5 to this great cause, we would edge closer to finding the cure to saving the lives of thousands of men and grant them the freedom to enjoy a better and prolonged quality of life.

The UK County bikers groups number a minimum of 4000 members. Times that by £5 each = £20,000 (Dream or Reality?)

The only reason to life lies in ‘HOPE’

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I will hold on to my dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the human dream.

I have a dream that we will rise up and live out the true meaning of our creed, that we hold these truths to be self-evident and that all men are created equal.

Let us therefore express our hopes and aspirations to our fellow men by digging deep and make this happen.


Even in the face of discord and uncertainties, let us prove to the world that our soul is alive and well in the biking world.  As God's children, let us rise and be counted"

My dream, unfortunately disappeared up the sphincters of indifference.

I am in the throes of finishing a book on my 2014 - 2018 rides.

Let’s see how many will buy it, if only to humour me. 

It will be priced at £5 and all the money to go to Prostate Cancer UK.

My abiding memories will be of the many individuals I met, battling with Cancer, in its many forms and yet always managing to stay cheerful and happy. Never thinking of themselves, but of others.

A special mention to the lady fighting both liver and breast cancer. My head couldn’t take it in. 

I found the experience humbling and it made me all the more determined to keep pushing for more involvement from more people. That’s why I selected to borrow and adapted the ‘I have a dream’ speech from Dr Martin Luther King.

Thank you to all those who’ve followed my journey. Without your support, it would have been more of an endurance test and unrewarding.

Thanks also to all those of you who’ve donated. You know who you are. 

My target was set at £3000. So far we’ve reached 39%. Pathetic. I’m being serious.

I mainly blame myself for this failure. I could have probably done more. 

However, I’m optimistic that I can do better. 

This is not a criticism and whatever you may think of it, I make no apology for saying it. 

The innate responsibility that men felt towards mankind has all but disappeared up the arses of those who govern us. The politicians have taken away our moral values. They’ve hijacked it. Used it. Abused it. Politicised it and Buried it.

Instead, through the medium of television and tax exempt charities, they are burdening us with the guilt of donating to a plethora of Overseas Aid projects, that are overwhelming and corrupt to the core.


We need to clean up our own backyards, before looking elsewhere to alleviate our consciences and humanitarian responsibilities.

I’m talking about regaining a collective responsibility that we globally need to embrace, regardless of the narcissistic images we are being sold. 

Passivity is not an option and will no longer cut the mustard. 

We need to develop a level of self-governing conscience that is immune from dogma, be it religious or political. If not, indifference and apathy will consume us all.

Every time you get on your proverbial horse, could be the last time you ever see your loved ones. 

We are not born just to ride, but to die. That is the truth of life. Our fathers & mothers, brothers & sisters, friends are all mortal. It’s only a question of time. 

Life is short. 

What matters, is how we choose to live. We need to enhance, nurture and share our lives with those less fortunate?