Sean Smith had one of those days adventure riders live for on a Suzuki in British Columbia.
Alone in the Canadian wilderness.
At 3.00pm in British Colombia the sun was ridiculously high and I was at that point where the kilometres were really taking their toll. The dull ache in my arse couldn’t be ignored and I found myself shifting constantly, trying to find a single muscle the DR650’s wooden plank of a seat hadn’t vibrated into submission.