For me, a comfortable pillion seat is non-negotiable.

Normally, I’m not that much of a princess.
I don’t need a glittering crown.
I don’t need my own castle.

But I will stamp my foot, and demand one must-have royal accessory…

The right motorcycle passenger seat. 

There are 2 ways to approach shopping for womens motorcycle helmets.

The easy way, and the hard way.

The hard way makes you feel like a frustrated three-year-old, seconds away from a spectacular public tantrum.

You try on a dozen female motorcycle helmets while the salesman grins, and offers useless advice. All the helmets seem the same.

And after trying on so many, now you look like you slept on a park bench.

I’ve heard the Motorcycle Danger Lecture a million times.

So have you.
It always starts the same way.

Oooh, motorcycles are so scary!
They’re death machines!
You’d never catch me getting on a bike!

Well, then, don’t! I want to say.

Just behind your garage door lies a secret biker’s world that’s more fun than you could ever believe.

When you open that garage door, it’s a bit like entering the Bat Cave.
Only no-one’s wearing a cape.

Pat’s motorbike garage is only metres from the house, but it’s a whole different world out there…