There have been alot of bike related tragic news recently and as I read a thread about the influence of this site in being more aware of such news I have to agree. Our community is wide so we are susceptible to a larger volume of negative news but also positive. Its a shame we as humans tend to remember the worst. Anyways one thing this site has done for me is decide to create a “if I die letter“.
To explain this is not a premonition rather a precaution. I recently did a week tour with my dad and wrote this letter before I left, as I understand this risk in doing what I love. It is not meant to be morbid, Im not even sure why I wrote except that I did it after reading some post on kiwi biker. I then sent it to my soul mate in the USA with instructions on what to do if this ever happened.
I am going to share it because as I read recent post I’m wondering do other people do this? What are your feelings...
The letter I wrote:
If you are reading this, I am no longer here and I have left rather suddenly while riding my motorbike.
This letter is a testament to the understanding of the risks I take each time I ride and the passion I have for riding which is why I decided to get on my bike today. As you know, I’m not a forward planner so its quite ironic that the one time I have planned for a possible event (if it happens) will result in my inability to plan anything ever again.
Anyways, the point of this letter is to let those of you who care to know, that although I would like to have lead a life till an old age, if I was to go, riding would not be my worse fear. I hope it was quick, that no one else was hurt and that those who were left to deal with the mess, appreciated.
Riding my bike is something that has drawn me in a way that many will not understand and I know many of my loved ones do not. So let me try to explain: The power of a bike is exhilarating for me while relaxing at the same time. The bike is the one thing that no matter what bullshit is going on in my life, disappears and all that matters is the wind in my face and the road in front of me. There is nothing more satisfying to me than that ride where everything is in sync and for a moment you are separated from the world. Opening up the throttle or carving up the pavement with the ocean breeze beside me, hearing nothing but the music of the bike lets me realise that I am alive and things like this matter, forget the newspaper headlines, the love that I lost, the boss who’s an ass or the assignment that’s due……let it all wait…..I am alive and I’d rather die now knowing this feeling then die 40 years later and never experience this.
I hope everyone finds that “thing” and I know how fortunate I was to have found mine.
In comparison to some I already have had a full life of adventure, travel, companionship, family and love.
So don’t be sad or angry, perhaps this was all planned from the start. I am in good hands now, I’ve missed Nanna and Grandad and we have much to catch up on and besides, I still have more riding to do which you can believe I will where ever I am.
Please know I have had a great life and do not regret anything. Perhaps I would have done things differently but then I wouldn’t be who I was, and I really liked being me. It may be a shock, kinda like me and my personality. Free. Random. Impulsive. Anomalous (yes dad a big word meaning out of the ordinary). Dynamic. I am always one for surprises but …….. I am sorry to have to give you this one.
Dad. No words need to be said and in saying that all words are said.
Mum. Stop crying, have a bourbon for me. I’m so glad we got to where we were, I love you.
Blister. My beautiful sister, I will miss being beside you but always will be beside you.
Sean. My first Love and now only Love. Thankyou.
Yazzy. Besty’s are for ever, listen for me.
There are so many people who have come into my life. Many have left impressions they are not aware of but hopefully those who knew me will know that they were appreciated, loved even from afar and although I suxed at keeping in contact will know “I never forgot you, thought of you often and was always going to make that call/send that email tomorrow”
I have one request….actually two
I would like as many bikes as possible to escort me to my final resting place.
I would like this posted on KIWIBIKER Under the heading Trump-lady says bye. I also would like the forum to debate the circumstances of my death freely and openly in the hopes of educating other riders. (no dam red rep for anyone’s opinions!) Ok 1 more….I want to be cremated and my dad to spread my ashes from his bike around the banks peninsular.
Ummm I dunno what to say………Bye?
I know, when you miss me or think of me….go do “your thing” or get out there and find “your thing” and when your doing it, feel me slide beside you and whisper ……“yeah… that’s cool” but not as cool as riding.
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