.....as anyone who knows the real me will testify, I’m not a mawkish person by nature. However, something strange happens when I ride a motorbike. In my car, the CD player will be blasting out everything from Megadeth to Dead Kennedys via Howlin' Wolf. When I’m running, my iPod will be serenading me with Slade, Led Zeppelin, Sisters of Mercy and even, dare I say it, Stone Roses. Now on a motorbike you’d probably be expecting me to be rupturing my eardrums to the Ramones, Pistols, Rezillos and, even a bit of Black Randy and the Metrosquad. If only that were true. For some revolting reason, my musical taste seems to go through an unhealthy metamorphosis and I find my iPod caressing my senses with singers like Shakira, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Adele and even Paloma bloody Faith. How could this be? Off the bike I’ve never even heard of Nicki Minaj, Shakira and Paloma bloody Faith but, once I have two wheels between my manly legs, I suddenly come over all sentimental and want to listen to nauseating dirges about relationships, break-ups and being a strong woman in the modern world. Whenever I’m out on the XR400 with mates, I start having pangs of anxiety about one of them getting hold of my iPod and discovering what I’m really listening to when undertaking a Gas-Gas at 70mph on muddy rut in the middle of no where. Maybe I need musical therapy?