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

(Roger's Charity Rides for Prostate Cancer UK)

I'm pleased to announce that the 1st Edition of the Paperback version of my charity rides 2014-2018 is now available

on and .com

Priced at approx £5 and based on fluctuating exchange rate.

A percentage of the sales to be donated to Prostate Cancer UK.

Your continuing support is very much appreciated.

Thank you.

Kind regards



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?



My friend Dave and I went for a ride out to the Dales yesterday. 

We partly followed the Tour de France trail and our route took us from Normanton through Altofts > Woodlesford > Wike > East Keswick > Harewood > Pool-in-Wharfedale > Otley > The Blubberhouses > Greenhow > Stumps Caverns > Appetreewick > Burnstall > Bolton Abbey > Ilkley > Otley and back via Bullerthope Lane. 

94 miles of amazing vistas of the English countryside and long winding roads, hills, hidden dips, bumps, bends and sometimes gravel and farm residuals in the middle of the road. It was very important to keep our concentration levels at the peak of our riding and watch out for those types of on-road hazards, but more so for idiot drivers. It also brought to my attention the deterioration of our country roads, full of potholes, badly patched up cracks and overall poor surfaces.

The worst stretch of our journey was when we joined the Ring Road out of Bullerthorpe Lane towards Harrogate. We caught the late rush and it highlighted to me the glaring difference between riding here in the UK and biking on the Continent. As soon as one crosses over the Channel and lands in France, there is a marked difference in the mentality from their car drivers. If anything, they are too considerate of bikers and sometime one feels obligated to overtake them in case they get upset, but they are more biker aware, more courteous and always pull in and make way for riders to pass them. Not in the UK! 

I would say that 80% of the British drivers we encountered were completely oblivious of our presence and one idiot in particular, in a Jag, on his mobile phone, deliberately strayed across to the centre to avoid us overtaking him. What an arse! 

We eventually did, much to his annoyance. I think there is a general resentment from car drivers in the UK that, we, bikers, do not have to suffer the bane of traffic congestion and can filter through. By the way, car drivers who also ride motorbikes make for better drivers. Fact.

Anyway, back to our trip. 

We stopped at The Craven Arms Inn, Appletreewick, for a drink. We met some lovely people and in particular, a charming, well mannered young lad, named Kit, who was out with his parents and grandparents and who kindly took the picture of Dave and I. Thank you Kit. 

By the way Kit, you might like to know that, I was once the Head Chef at The Craven Arms when Lin Nicholson was the Landlady. You’re too young of course to remember those days, but your parents might remember that fatal year when cattle were being slaughtered across the fields due to the mad cow disease epidemic.

We thoroughly enjoyed our ride, although Dave was a bit late back home.

Finally, I would highly recommend an outing to The Craven Arms for their Sunday roast. Absolutely pukka.



(Photo courtesy of Kit)