DOYLE
Doyle is the one that became the magic flying horse from the shame of the stables, the one that eats embers and flies a little bit faster than the wind. He does not compete with the speed of thought, as he is well-mannered. On papers, he is an F650GS Dakar. Of the BMW breed. Otherwise, he is the bike that shows me the world and brings me back home in one piece. Along with the heritage his mother, the German manufacturer, has endowed him, I’ve added some more gadgets that double his value. Not that this value matters, as I don’t sell motorcycles.
