It was the summer of ‘85 when the Moto Guzzi blew its engine. I borrowed money for a big Laverda then flipped a friend’s Honda 550, snapping my sternum and wasting a bunch of ribs. Stuck on my mother’s couch in my hometown of Paignton, England, coughing blood and swallowing narcotics as winter set in, … Continue reading Neale Bayly Returns Home after Thirty Years