After an already emotionally trying day, the text I received from Dave was a surprise. No details, just a post about another accident, not loosebruce and dss3.
I returned to the in-laws, filled with dread. The post referred to in the text was closed and edited by the time I got to a computer. Then I saw the loosebruce - dss3 thread. I'd only met loosebruce briefly, but was impressed by his outgoing nature and sheer physical presence. I shared a few laughs with him through PMs and he provided some kind words when needed, just as I shared some sympathy when he buggered both hands at the same time. Well, not normal sympathy, more like, "How the hell are you going to wipe your arse man?" type sympathy. He wore the "Bruce" appellation the way it should be, with gusto, enthusiasm, and was a good bloke, as all Bruce's should be.
I didn't know dss3 the person, only the poster. Obviously a good bugger too.
RIP both of you.
By the time I'd digested that, as much as I didn't want to, the "Masterton Accident" thread was back up.
I quietly packed my bags, loaded them in the car, got my bike gear on and headed to the shed.
There I folded the pillion pegs down, dusted them off (they're only there for brothers and sisters in need), and invited Uncle Bruce on board.
As many Damsels in Distress and Dickheads in Dire Need can attest, Uncle Bruce has been a stalwart of the Kiwibiker Wellington scene since its inception. He enthusiastically embraced the Mentoring scheme and extended it to riders in need of some wisdom and personal help, not just newbies. A couple of PMs in August and September of last year (2005) got me out on a couple of very memorable rides with Bruce.
I channeled his smooth and economical style this afternoon, flowing like water between obstacles small and large, chasing the path of least resistance but greatest gain. Through roads and past landmarks familiar to many of us, remembering the gangly rider on the blinged out SV1000, The Black GSXR1000, his sparse but pointed wit, and his kind words for the unlucky and the just plain stupid.
Bruce's pace was deceptive, a gentleman in all senses, but one of those quietly competent people who drag you up to their level. Swaying, diving, and flowing through beautiful NZ greenery on back roads best mastered by people with their heads in gear, I could feel my friend urging me to control the bike smoothly, but not to fear the ride, the road, or the bike.
Bruce brought out the best in those around him. He gave freely of his time and himself. I never heard him say a bad word about anyone, rather pointing out that your own perspective may be in need of adjustment. He always thought before posting or speaking, and when he did either it was worth listening to or reading.
I stopped part way down the Southern side of the Rimutakas, on a corner known to the locals as "Jim's Corner". I never do that, but I think Bruce wanted to watch some traffic go by.
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