On a more sombre note now. I visited a bike shop today, where upon last year in the same shop I got chatting to a 39year old biker who just happened to work at the bike shop. Today I went back to view some light weight leathers that I had heard about for hot temperatures ie: Europe next year. Upon entering the shop I was stopped in my tracks by a piece of paper attached to the door with a print out of his face followed by details of his 'FUNERAL!' He had had an accident some weeks previous where upon he was out on his bike, miss judged a corner, crashed into a brick wall. He was pretty messed up and didn't ......... (sorry, I got tearful)... basically he died. I, being a biker.. I felt a cold shiver slide down my back, tears flooded my eyes.... my heart .......
He leaves a wife and two young daughters behind.I will attend his farewell on Thursday afternoon, along with hundreds of other bikers. It will be a tearful affair. He was a lovely guy, funny, intellectual.. full of knowledge. Always smiling. Live for today, ride for tomorrow.. live for the day after for who knows when the devil will arrive and whisk us away. I will miss him.. the shop felt quiet, the staff and customers can't believe he's died. I was upset, but glad to have met him.