Living in Spain during my young years, my best friend in the whole world was Cristina. We went to the same school, rode in the same bus, had same school uniforms and we were inseparable. I was “adopted” by her family of 6 brothers and sisters and we spent many hours conniving over our next adventures and hoping we wouldn’t get caught afterwards! I was eleven when I rode my first motorcycle, a Bultaco belonging to Cristina’s brother, Alfonso and…
