The black motorcycle looks mildly imposing. Partly because of its muscular, sporty stance and largely because I haven’t driven a motorcycle for nearly two decades. Overcoming my unease, I get on it and press a button. It instantly comes to life with a low-key growl.

“There’s nothing you need to do with your feet, both the brakes are on the handles,” someone tells me. I look down to confirm, and sure enough, there’s neither a brake pedal nor gearshift on either side. Instead, there are just two footrests. Reassured, I rev the throttle and the engine responds with a louder growl.