I can't remember the exact moment in my childhood when I decided riding a motorcycle was something I desperately wanted to do. But I'm sure it took me at least 20 years to accomplish that dream.
But Richie, now 72, way prefers being called a ‘freak’, a word not too far off from what he was called when he and hundreds more hunkered at the long-empty mansion, 144 Piccadilly, on Hyde Park Corner ...