Thank you for dipping into this small record of time which is an updated, larger, more consistant version of "Sevra and the Home Guard", with more photographs and write ups

It’s no great piece of literature or an iconic collection of photographs and I want neither. I want to communicate a small belief in the absolute beauty of life, where every tiny second is worth a million pounds.

I want all my friends in the Vulcan Riders to open the pages, read at their leisure and recognise familiar faces who have become very important in their lives as they have in mine and hopefully there will be a warm smile and a nod of appreciation.

I want my friends to put this book on the shelf, as it will be, and ten years down the road, I want them to sit beside a roaring fire on a freezing, wet, depths of the soul winter evening when most of us long for ride, open a bottle of wine, or maybe a few slugs of Jack Daniels and get this small book from the shelf.

The photographs improve with age, we are all captured and frozen in time, some of us will have moved on, some will still be here, in the club, living the moment, and while the ice cold air and freezing rain on a winters evening carries another bleak winter onto spring, and the small pages are turned, there might be a tear in the readers eye, a sweet smile, or a look of disbelief at what we did and who we are.

Vulcan Riders.