At the beginning of 2006, I had no inkling there was anything wrong with my eyesight. I spent my days riding powerful motorcycles at inappropriate speeds on roads and racetracks across the country. I’d been mad about bikes since I was 17. They were the adrenalin fix on which I was hooked, and had become my livelihood since landing my dream job as writer on a motorcycle magazine. But my time on two wheels was about to come to an abrupt end.

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