Saturday 9th vmd day12 time to party!

It is wonderful to have met so many people who I can draw inspiration from. As I have been exploring along the course of this journey I have been able to encounter some amazing people and networking with them has definitely given me cause to think about the the progress towards my own future.Today I am in North wales, it is raining, and the time is 0830. I believe the rain has come to all Britain though so it is simply ironic that it coincides with my day around Anglesey but I admit this is the one day I expected rain and true to life I am in it.

On the 9th of course I awoke in Daeun’s apartment in Lincoln. It was my first time using airb&b and there is a lot to be said for it. I may even start hosting myself. After packing my kit I look for Daeun, but no-one is home except for me and the kittens one of whom starts to climb the blinds in my room. This was a mistake and I turn to see both the blind and the kitten, at a thud, sprawled upon the floor so as I can do nothing more than leave a note explaining and saying thank you I leave for the Lincoln vegan fair posting the keys back through the door.

That morning I actually went up to Pimiento beside Lincoln cathedral to eat. The medieval quarter to the city has immense character and, along with including the whole of east Anglia, I plan for a return visit. The breakfast was good but I think their lunches would be more impressive. I had porridge and decaf coffee. It was good but I really went for the company as I could have had it at the flat. It was my pleasure therefore to meet two tourists from near Burnley who sat at the adjacent table. We chatted about vegan – nonvegan relationships, veganism in the workplace and the drug smuggling industry as well as the issues facing door security at the clubs and pubs of the Midlands. The couple were remarkably committed to each other. They were not both veggie but the one curtailed his habits and the other accepted his lifestyle gently offering encouragement towards a more mindful perspective. The issue that fascinated me most though drug smuggling really dominated the dialogue was teaching life skills to adult learners (specifically cooking). The teacher was required to instruct traditional techniques of cooking roast chicken, beef casserole and so forth. Her emphasis on veg. habits where she had the freedom to give good council was of course in calibration to the skills that her students were expected to have. If education wouldn’t support meat eating patterns within a generation society could shift towards a sustainable and healthier lifestyle at the same time as improving our climate.
After breakfast I looked into Lincoln cathedral but I wasn’t keen on paying an entry fee. I have attended the evensong at Canterbury, and Peterborough and though I would have enjoyed seeing the architecture the vegan fair was my priority. 
The first thing I saw was the crowd of diners outside enjoying the sunshine with good food, some with beer, and the circus performers. The stilt walkers in their spangle and silver were very amusing and children ran around with painted faces including lions and fairies. I interviewed the organiser of the fair and then set about exploring the stalls. There were lots of local traders providing gluten free breads, vegan cupcakes, merchandise for campaign groups, cruelty free clothing, wash stuff, and make up plus all sorts of crafts and activist stands such as sanctuaries, and politics.
As I walked through Andrew, a fellow vegan motorcyclist approached me and recognising my gear started up a conversation about the difficulties of obtaining suitable kit. We both agreed that safety was paramount. If I had a choice between spending £50 on a second hand leather jacket and trousers or 50 on plastic knee, elbow and shoulder pads I would either wait to save up enough money for proper Kevlar protective gear, or with knowledge that it is only temporary I would have to get leather.
Finally after eating a late lunch I went along to the talk being presented by Marcus and Ruth of the Species Barrier. Their presentation was great and we debated a variety of issues including vegan advocacy, the risks of infighting amongst the vegan community, and whether in a potential vegan utopian future it would be feasible to reintroduce to the uk a top predator such as the wolf. Their response was noncommittal as they had not thought of the issue before so we ended on the thought of over population.
Can human society justify the proportion of the earth’s resources that we use to the detriment of the other species on our planet?
To end the day I have a tea in the vegan -Nepalese restaurant and proceed up to York to Charlottes house before a late supper at El Piano and an interview with Bob the proprietor of the establishment.


Vegan motorcycle diary 

Hmm… Some of my posts seem quite funny, and the prose doesn’t always make sense. Well, I can explain. Firstly I don’t seem to be able to edit properly, and it takes too long to position the cursor where I need it. This could be due to poor wifi, and old tech. Secondly spellcheck is rewriting everything because I type faster than the letters appear on screen so by the time I could see some particularly weird sentence or rewrite, I am already typing the next paragraph.


Day 11 where has all the time gone?

This post relates to Friday 8th April… So much has happened – it should become clear why I haven’t posted recently soon but I was in the Lake District recently and so could technically have posted during the last few days except that again for me, my internet wifi system requires faultless signal and also I think I was also being distracted by food.
Today (23rd April!) was the day of the great northern vegan fair in Manchester, and it was a lot of fun, especially with the mysterious Louis (a friend I have known for decades but I call him mysterious as he refuses to appear on camera) coming along.

The actual progress of the story though returns to yha Sheringham. In the hostel with me there were also a group of young ladies from the BERYL (kind of like guides but training leadership skills) A film group called B19 who produced a short film called ‘dear Alba’ that should be released by Autumn, and after recording a little rant in the morning about common reliance habits towards vitamin pills, I checked out and went touring along the coast, but before that I also had a quick look into the Shirehorse sanctuary and it was a great decision to do so!

At the Shirehorse sanctuary I interviewed Alex, and Ellen -vegans who work on site and enjoy the opportunity to learn about how the sanctuary functions. I also found a vegan museum.. But it doesn’t display the depth that I want to reveal so there is still a position I can fill.
My vegan museum would highlight the creation of the word vegan starting from the Indian ahimsa, and Greek Pythagorean philosophy and take the visitor through the phases of development and branches from the vegan tree to it’s modern day incarnation and Donald Watson’s creation of the vegan society in the mid 20th century.
The sanctuary is a great example of how tourists, whether veggie or not, can do something fun and know that their fees aren’t going towards someone’s second yacht, or to pay for bacon on the table at the same time as educating public about natural animal existence, and protecting the creatures within the sanctuaries care.
The videos may go onto YouTube, but to start with they just go into a public folder in Facebook.
Even the town of Sheringham itself was a a joy to visit and had a picturesque community of bunting, seaside food, and,exalting the summer blue skies, people that walked around in their beach wear and sandals. When I finished exploring I went over to the mo. (their local museum) highlighting the life of Sherringham through the eras as a seaside fishing port and the work of the RNLI and then go up into the wind farm exhibition. Seeing so many Windfarms I was inspired with good feelings about the future and it was great to see so much information being made available to the public. These giants standing upon the water milling the air that passes within the mists upon the horizon stand in uniform order like avenues of trees and whoomph in the breeze. I love that sound. Whoomph. They look no less industrial than other power stations or city intrusions upon the landscape, and I am all for a wilderness landscape with nothing but nature at the end of perspective at every angle but as far as industry goes even it’s ethic is beautiful.

The road exiting from Sherringham wound round turn and bend through many coastal seaside villages and over repeating hills returning the seashore to my sights reflection regularly until reaching Kings Lynn, where apparently there are more people who have met Elizabeth Windsor per capita than anywhere else on Earth.

If we reinstated King Arthur as honorary monarch we could keep our presumption of tourist heritage and make a massive saving on royalties.

In Kingslynn however I got a motorbike ticket. I have challenged it but it may mean the visit into the Minster was more expensive than I could have guessed.
At the end of the day I can now say that it has been good experience but, particularly for visiting Kingslynn, expensive.
The last trip to do during this day was that of Kingslynn to Lincoln. Along the route I had thought I might visit Skegness and perhaps even Grimsby after stopping to see Peterborough cathedral but I had used up my time visiting the sanctuary during the morning, and without regret therefore I took the road straight to Peterborough.
Upon arrival I was cheered by the strong yet melodious voice of a busking homeless man singing about the joy of life, reminding the community audience to appreciate nature and to live with it instead of fighting against it. I didn’t have any cash but he deserved it and as I walked further I found myself taking the priests road into the cathedral. Like all massive religious buildings the high roof proffered a pleasant experience of prayerful calm, but as I didn’t arrive till 5.30 the building was shut except for the evensong and so I took part in the Lincoln prayer that night and enjoyed the company of the Christian faithful for a short time.

As I left, again, there was the singer.. I had searched all my pockets and only found about 35p but it was what I could give so I left it with him.

Riding into Lincoln was simple. I was tired but Daeun whose apartment through airb&b welcomed me into her home, introduced me to her kittens and left me to get on with my plans.

VeganMotorcycleDiary day10 7.04.16 the cradle of Saxon Christianity, and the drive to sheringham.

Today is actually the 19th! It is awful to be so far behind… My video logs (find them on my Facebook site – Crossley Allan Richard) are all set to public, except for one or two that were censored by a friend who was unhappy with the unexpected internet appearance, but take much too long to upload however they are on the whole are up to date. A

long with booking accommodation and planning the sequential days route I am often writing late into the morning.

Today I am writing after having completed a series of quite interesting events. After leaving Whitby on the 11th I had an accident and wrote off the donkey (my cbf 125) then I passed a few days in recovery in Newcastle but still enjoying my freedom visiting Durham, the historical sites of Newcastle, eating at vegan restaurants, and then hiking down the Northumbrian coast via the st Oswald way but always with the thought in mind ‘should I proceed with this adventure?’…

I have bought a Suzuki vanvan and the journey will not end so suddenly.

The point of this post however is how the journey was on the way up to Sheringham yha. I awoke fully rested after a needed lie in and started talking with one of my roommates (Nick, a mature student and a motorcyclist) . He suggested some garages where the bike could have th chain tightened. It should not have slipped off. Perhaps I was unaware of some maintenance issue but the vehicle was serviced right before I left Bath so there is no reason why mechanics should be blamed. Well as the reason is unknown I took it to Sturry motorcycles whose staff were very enthusiastic to hear my story, and assist with the chain. It was basically tightened back into regulation I expect at the next mot I will need to replace the chain… At this time I think I may well up cycle it to become some fashion or alternative security device.

With the morning half gone then I decide to visit the monastery of st Augustine who was sent by Pope Gregory to bring Christianity to the people of the British Isles. He was successful although unwilling, and after the decline of the Roman Empire (and Christianity with it) reintroduced the faith into common practice. His monastery in deed became a site of medieval pilgrimage as people hoped to gain blessing and favour beside his grave.

For lunch I popped into the Maidstone cafe; fortify where I found superb fresh vegan Gouda chease, and had a gluten free xhease toasted sandwich. They were quite busy so couldn’t collaborate with an interview, but I got some photos, and after food I headed over to lush. 

Lush, like Holland and Barrett can be found on most high streets and I am working on an art project (it’s in the design phase currently) that will depict a fantasy vegan high street.

Lush Maidstone’s team welcomed my request for an interview with their whole heart and even gave me a free body dust powder to care for my feet! One of the great things about the company (after there awareness of vegan support) is there range of products designed with the traveller in mind. For example I had bought, prior to starting this journey, Tooth tabs (chewable toothfoam), soap conditions and shampoo that fits into small tins, and many other vital yet easily packed products.

So we quickly recorded an amateur advert for them, and with day time failing me I quickly made my way towards Chelmsford. I ended up going straight to Colchester in fact, and also missed visiting Braintree where I believe I could have found the ethical clothing shop that provides much of my casual wear. In Colchester there are the remains of the temple to Claudius and evidence of the Boudiccean revolt. I had intended to visit the museum to learn the history of both these stories, but it was already 6pm so with time pressing I couldn’t even detour into Norwich. What I did see however is far more interesting… I saw a squirrel drinking water! I suggest you, the reader, take a moment to reflect on this witness for a moment. Have you ev seen a squirrel drinking water? Even the lady near to me exclaimed to her son how rare that sight was!

The was an accident on the road coming into Sheringham. I had been worried I might not make check in, and seeing the accident damage was awful. I only hope the victims were all in good recovery.

Sheringham certainly had a vibrant scene. There was a rock night and meditation evening just finishing when I arrived, and I got the impression that the local residents use the facility as much as the tourists for this reasons!

I hope that the vegan revolution will flourish. Our habitat, Earth, would be a heavenlay home indeed if the clients of the meat industry, whether buying leather, milk or meat, all went vegan over night.

VeganMotorcycleDiary day9 6.04.16

So here I am catching up with myself… One of my early posts was written on this day. It is calmingly formative to reflect on my experiences in this way and funny to see how spellchecker has occasionally changed the meaning of the monologue from my original stories.

I am now in Wooler yha just west of Bamburgh. I ate a takeaway from the Indian restaurant (Indian spice) down the road – I have just realised how much a single meal (I regularly order plain rice and sundries including bindi bhajee -okra, go I bhajee -cauliflower, sag – spinach and tarka or chana dhal – lentil or chick pea dhal) can change immensely depending upon how it is cooked. Goodwill and love of cuisine certainly brings out the best flavours. In the social area of the hostel with me are three women who are playing a game involving them humming various tunes to much hilarity and story. Their presence makes it similar to the experience of kipps in Canterbury. They are not French and not in their first teen years but still just as enthusiastic. The difference though is that I am warmer. I have a comfortable seat beside the radiator and through it’s heat I focus on expressing this memory but my eyes droop shut, and the surroundings become ever more surreal.

On the 6th was my friend Lauren’s birthday so I uploaded my happy birthday video to her and after porridge was curious enough  to start talking to Bert Kermit the poet. He was carrying a large drum and dressed in bright clothing so I assumed he would be busking in town later. Unfortunately he did not intend to and suggested that I find him on YouTube instead. I can’t tell you his real name but his poems have a strong political text. It’s good I am rewriting my logs as I must now remember to YouTube search some of this work.

What else? I visited the Canterbury tale museum, bought a new phone, as the old faithful Nokia would no longer turn without 5minutes of coercion each time, and spoke to the owner of a classic video game retailer… His store sells arcade machines! After, I went on a journey around the coastal road from herne bay to Dover.

 I won’t say I didn’t smell like a truffle, but I found friendship difficult to locate as it wasn’t commonly offered and while I explored the coast found that people would not willingly greet strangers. No-one was unfriendly, I just mean that I was treated like a charity signupper from the high street as I tried to gain directions. This may be due in part to fears surrounding immigration and a cultivated tendency amongst the general populace to form barriers against unknowns. That said I did speak with some honest and open minded people especially within the vegan community.

In Herne bay the wallflower provided good wholesome fare. I had a spicy bean burger with a date and apricot slice and salad. Then rode on round to Margate where I hoped to find the seaside cake shop. Both were quite difficult to find, but their was a terrible rain in Margate, and it was closed. Herne bay’s wallflower was simply set a little way back off the street along a shopping corridor I could have enjoyed more time here but I planned a whistle s tour and had other priorities for the day.

Reculver fort was an interesting english heritage spot to enjoy 30 minutes between Margate, and Dover and so finally I went along to the white cliffs.

Dover castle was certainly high amongst those priorities but unfortunately I did not arrive in time to visit. If the recommendations I received for visiting Dover were to believed I would have needed 3 days at least. As it was, after a short walk along the cliffs, I snuck in round the barriers and promised the guard that I would ride only to the carpark, take my photos and then return. I will go back when I can and look forward to it.
Flight enthusiasts may  have heard of the Frenchman Belvoit. He was the first individual to achieve a flight of the channel and then crashed just beyond the castle, and for this reason there is a monument to him behind the castle.

Drama falls upon me as I leave the memorial. My chain falls off! I can refit it, but not calibrate the part to the bike and my mind turns towards finding a garage as soon as possible.

Finally for the end of the day I pop into the Templar site village temple Ewell. They may have been the ruin of a Templar church, but if so, I could find it.

Go steady, Allan

Vegan Motorcycle Diary day 8 5.04.16

The story so far has been enlightening. I have met people from many walks of life including the couple from viva la vegan who hope to create a documentary presenting the reality of their choices in terms of their faith and science, The team of art house Southampton whose cafe houses arts,crafts and local theatre, and working professionals whose vegan life calibrates with work making them advocates of the ideal. Perhaps I should say movement. Is veganism a movement?

Right now I am sitting in the jumping bean in Durham. Yesterday I collided with a VW, and now do not have a bike or a little chip from one of my front teeth. Don’t worry. Everything will be handled. My only consolation is that arriving in York 2days earlier I already passed my 10,000th mile!

That story, and my arrival in Newcastle can be told later but this is all extra. The day I am referring to happened about a week ago.

I left Brighton on the 4th after 1/2price vegan fish (battered tofu) and chips (hmm yum!) at 6pm (on Mondays in Brighton 1847 they offer 1/2 price bookings) and proceeded along the coastal route towards Eastborne. Along the way I was able to stop at the 7sisters where I enjoyed a short walk along the coastal cliffs, and imbibed the restful atmosphere of the sunset shore. Multicoloured beach huts extend back towards Brighton and I could happily have pitched up, and exalted in the atmosphere but there is a hotelier waiting for me, and I can not delay.

I arrived at the Royal Eastborne later than I had intended but my host was not perturbed. Eddie had simply been walking Boris the jealousies lurcher round the block who gave me a raucous welcome. I think the rumbling of my engine sounded like a challenge to that dogs ears.

Arriving in Eastborne I realise I have risen 530 miles so far! The hotel met every hope. I was unable to maintain Internet access so unfortunately I got further behind with my blog but the sound of the waves lapping gently at the sandy earth of the shore around the legs of the Eastborne pier was more preferable by far than the drunken snoring I might have been lulled to sleep by had I chosen a hostel instead.

When I awake, breakfast is a savoury provision and I enjoy a chat over decaf coffee and toast with 2 other residents who had been pleasantly surprised to be able to bring their dog. 

So after chatting with Eddie and his  wife, about my journey and the types of discrimination vegan and vegetarian Pepe suffer in the general community I get going to visit Hastings battle site at the abbey of Battle.

I think that even in 2016 the is a great deal of misconception about the vegan community such as inadequate nutrition, extremist-anarchic tendencies and difficult or fussy guest requirements and being able to dispel these falsities is a challenge that every genuine vegan experiences.

Battle was a poignant emphasis of the momentous cataclysm of modern day society. Who was Harold and what would he make of my vegan activism? After learning a little about the last stand of the Saxon barons I made my way to Rye hoping I would also be able to see the Dymchurch Roman wall before meeting Jo the Kent vegan festival organiser for lunch. Rye is a beautiful little medieval town but as I got lost navigating the camber I kept her waiting at the veg box and was immensely thankful that she waited for me. Jo with her partner Terry, and daughter Rosa put a great deal of effort into the vegan community in Kent, and I hope for the best for them and their upcoming festival under the council rule of the Thanet ukip council. In Southampton I noticed issues of homelessness. In Kent and especially the towns and villages near Dover they are worried about immagration. It is right on their doorstep and the government does little to facilitate safe and fair integration to our refugees.

While talking to Terry I discover about the fellow biker blogger Steve Taylor (a sufferer of ms) who raises awareness about his illness travelling on a scooter around Europe. He had started on a monkey bike but a his condition developed he was unable to maintain his safety and regarded onto a scooter.

At the end of our interview they also introduce to me ‘Atilla the Stockbroker’ (not a vegan) a vocal poet actively challenging the status quo of bankers immunity and cronyism.

Vegan cake is a popular conversation everywhere but foraging is also especially popular in Kent , so much so that laws are being introduced to limit the free-goers activities. We also tied about electric bikes… I know I should be riding electric not unleaded, …and the dairy industry is a particularly important question we discuss. Vegetarians every where claim better carma than their meat eating neighbours as they are not directly paying for the slaughter of their meals, but the truth is far worse. Mothers are repeatedly  raped,(and the Bulls are to) the calves  are snatched from their weeping parent after a short co-existence, and then are treated as a byproduct usually to become veal. Then the lactating dairy herds are exploited till their yield is no longer sufficient. 

Evensong in Canterbury cathedral (the site where Tomas Beckett was martyrd) was pleasant but dogmatic (as I expected) and with the chanting of the choir in my heart I made my way to Kipps the youth hostel to sleep.
If veganism is a lifestyle you have looked at feel free to open a dialogue with me . I can offer support and grading the transition of your habits to an ethical environmental friendly practice.

Also you could contact local vegan groups through Facebook, your vegan society contact, or one of many activist groups such as viva, animal rescue centres the doctor hadwen trust and many more besides.

Vegan motorcycle diary day 6 & 7 (3-4.04.2016)

Day by day I am gradually catching up with my journal. I am a whole week behind still but I hope that those of you reading this are also watching my video stories and interviews, and understand that I am also updating with happycow while I explore.

Day 6 & 7 are all about visiting the memorial stones to my grandparents, Peter & Frances Crossley, and my journey into Brighton.

The first thing I do before leaving is check through my Brighton vegan group posts. It looks like I might be meeting a lady named Aileen who does Reiki. 

( I know a lot of you, my friends, see reiki as a form of creating goodwill by helping others within the community and to an extent I agree, but I have taken up the practice of falun gong and in doing so I have learnt of karma. It is all (metaphysical?) spiritual pseudo-scientific faith based healing to me but the exercises of falun gong are powerful, gentle, meditative, auto-invigorative and they base the emphasis of healing upon the actions and motives of the individual rather than require intervention from external or God beings.)

So I am sceptical and uncertain about the nature of the conversation that we might develop. I certainly don’t want to argue about faith amongst the vegan community. I will write more about this later.

I arrived at Southampton by 2.30pm after an urgent toilet stop at Testwood. Along the way I composed ‘Olde man Motorcycle’ Even now it is not recorded, but here it is
Olde Man Motorcycle

Rolling along the road

Here comes the old man motorcycle

A vegan on the road

Riding through the light and air

A vegan on the road

With a quick left lifesaver 

 check lifesaver to the right 

Care on the roads steady and through the night.

Four Pistons pumping power from the engine 

No leg ends here,

Just a motored metal horse!
The pub in Testwood didn’t have green tea… I think the owner would have suffered a heart attack if I had ventured to speak the vegan word, but I didn’t want food anyway, and there was Apple tiser so I got my drink and proceeded to a table outside where I rested and formed the commencement video for that day, then proceeded on to Southampton.

Southampton is well catered for vegans. They have rise up whole foods the veggies supermarket, Indian melody the veggie Indian, and the art house a superb venue near to the university that caters food alongside artist space for designers, craft workers, and artists to offer their work. Upstairs there is also space for theatre, music, storytelling, cinema, and all sorts. The team there gave me a full list while I was speaking with them so tune into my videos to find out more from Cat and I.

I arrived shortly before closing but despite the work they were happy to chat with me and even able to offer a delicious polenta cake, and green tea. I will enjoy the next visit just as much.

From here dark storm clouds rolled over head and as I proceeded into Gosport the light along with my phone satmap battery began to dim. The atmosphere did not dispirit my mood however. My grandparents memorials are in the city where they lived much of their lives (at least while I knew them) and I felt heavy hearted but keen to find where they remain. When I arrived the storm began. Rain, rolling black clouds, and hail at times sombered every feeling I had into damp misery, and worse the gate was locked! Every day the cemetery is open till dusk except on Sunday when they close at 4pm I was only fortunate that the gate keeper heard me lament I wish I could come in after I had decided I would not jump the wall, but simply return tomorrow if necessary, and as I looked up to leave I saw a face at the window of the cottage looking back at me illuminated only by the lightening. she came out in the storm to ask if I was alright, and let me in. I cried at the memorial stones. I feel that going vegan (and glutenfree improving my temper) has allowed me to express myself and while my grandmother was alive I was able to hold a dialogue with her. It was great to hear her stories some of which even her sons did not know, but I never formed that friendship with Peter and I remember him with fond familiar  respect and admiration but not as his equal. I was soaked as I left, but dry on the inside – this new gear proves it’s value many times over but I had needed to hold up my bike cover like a tent in order to record my video diary and very nearly didn’t even record at all.

Leaving Gosport I followed a road that became a motorway, and spent an hour riding around in a circuit trying to find a route to Brighton that I am allowed as a learner.

Eventually I arrived at the 1847 Brighton  restaurant 15 minutes before closing well after their last orders and was blessed to be able to order a coffee and recharge my phone . 1847 is the year the vegetarian society was first realised in Britain and the chain of restaurants commemorates that date.

4April Brighton

Today was great.

I met Aileen who turned out to be a pcso and her friend Pete and during the course of the day I listened to some great busking (Ben cocksmith) visited the pier, the lanes, and explored the pavilion. The pavilion has a charmingly extravagant story to discover so I recommend walking through. It is remarkable how the vanity of kings and princes have created such a quaint tradition of eccentricity and while I would not vote monochractic rule their legacy at least gives us character.

So I enjoyed breakfast at vbites with Aileen discussing ins and outs of the spirit and gained some great ideas about possible sites to visit, learnt about James Goreman, the Joe Crosses juice diet, and the problems new vegans handle  from Pete at lunch in the loving hut, and then after a little more exploration I returned to the yha to collect my kit (yha Brighton has been newly refurbished and I highly rexommend a visit) had a meal in 1847 to check my plans and then proceed along the coast to wards the 7 sisters and Eastbourne where I will be staying the night.

On this day I also met a fellow motorcyclist. Her girlfriend was vegan and she was erring to go that way. I just hope I said enough to sway her opinion in favour of the animals . The motorcycling community needs more vegans!

Veganism is not simply a habit.