The Arctic Rider

Let me start this article with a bit of bitter honesty: I am not a Keis ambassador. In fact, I applied to be one and was politely turned down. (Their loss, really—I look great in a heated vest.) So rest assured, this isn’t a paid ad. It’s more like a mildly obsessed love letter to a piece of gear that has literally kept me alive. I’m talking, of course, about the Keis Heated Body Warmer. This unassuming bit of kit might not look like much on the hanger, but out on an Arctic ride, it becomes your best friend, your personal sun, and—on particularly miserable mornings—your reason to keep going. I’ve taken it through snowstorms, biting headwinds, and the kind of freezing fog that makes you question every life decision that led to that moment. And the Keis? It just keeps on glowing, keeping my core warm while my brain tries to remember what toes used to feel like. Seriously, before I started using it, I’m not sure how I survived. I think I must’ve just relied on blind optimism and adrenalin...

Well, here we are. A revamped website. A digital home for my stories, scars, and slightly suspect roadside snack recommendations. If you’ve stumbled across this page looking for luxury motorcycle travel, polished influencer poses, or people who only ride when the weather’s dry—this probably isn’t the place for you. But if you like tales of muddy roads, blown tyres, spontaneous roadside friendships, and camping in a tent with a cat on it… welcome, my friend. You’re in the right place. Who Am I, and Why Am I Always Cold? I’m The Arctic Rider—motorcycle adventurer, charity fundraiser, and man with a habit of going very far north on not-so-fancy bikes for reasons that seem sensible at the time. Since 2011, I’ve been raising money for causes close to my heart—Cerebra, Tiny Lives Trust, the National Autistic Society—riding thousands of miles in sometimes questionable weather, all inspired by my younger brother and my kids. This site is where I’ll be sharing my stories. The good. The bad....