Know what you mean...
A few years ago a good friend of mine died (heart attack while watching The Simpsons, of all bloody things) but before he died we were always out riding together. He was the one who would phone at some ungodly hour demanding I get up and join him exploring some new road he'd found or insisting we go for coffee two hours away down the coast. I'm still sad he's gone and always will be, but when I think of him and the image that ALWAYS comes is him cruising along next to me at high speed on a road somewhere, grinning through the visor as happy as can be. They're brillant moments that only a motorcyclist will know, hang on to them.
( difficultchild, Wed 11 Aug 2010, 23:30, Reply)