dangerous
7th February 2005, 18:27
Guy was a bloody good mate, and rode a 96 Moto Guzzi 1100 sport (carb) I meet him not long after I brought my MG inj sport, I was giving it a routine clean up when I heard the unmistakable rattle of tappits and that straight cut gear box wine, I spun around to see a red MG sport low flying past home in Belfast the std up nod was exchanged as he passed, the bike slowed and did a U'e Guy rocked up and we got chatting about Guzzi sports like we had knowen each other for years.
Guy was the kinda 'guy' that would do anything to help ya out, and him and his missus (Kerry) sure as hell knew how to through a barn yard party with the top lable beers and wines being supplyed.
Guy flew the F27 Friendship of NZ post's to Auckland every night and made a good wicket doing it. Guy was a junky for adrnaline he raced jet sprint and supper carts, he was in the process of building himself a 2 seater plane and was a wiz at tuning engines.
The guzzi was a Dell'Orto 40ml pumper carb and any Guzzi owner will tell you they can be a bitch to tune but Guy had the nack...... so much to the point that I strugeled to keep up with him on the inj sport, and I might add he usually had Kerry on the back.
Well sitting on auto pilot for 4hrs each nite was not guy's style so he decided to take a 40k drop in wages and move up Masterton way, to fly a FU24 top dresser. Guy, Kerry and Liyla (4) and new born (6 weeks) Galaga made the big move.
A couple of months into crop spraying Guy took off fully loaded, 10min or so into the flight the arse end of his fletcher fell off locking the elevaters in a down position which ment the he had only one direction to go.
Guy died that day in April 02 thanks to a mechanic fuking something simple but major up.
I never made it to ther funeral something that I really feel bad about, so I had not seen Kerry and the kids since as she decided to lie low for a few years and thats perfictly fine by me, it was a huge loss for them all.
This bit is wicked tho....... the coffin was painted Guzzi red with the Italian eagle of the Guzzi (Iti airforce) painted on the top. All the kids there added there bit aswell till you could hardly tell that it was a coffin..... how fuking cool is that.
Last week Kerry and the kids came back to Chch for the 1st time since they left to catch up with the mates that lived down here.
I meet Galaga for the 1st time, and could hardly reconise Liyla who now is 7yrs.
I spent a couple of days playing silly buggers with the kids, while the girls got pissed. Ya know the funny thing about the kids...... it was like Guy was there you could see him in the both of them... it was like there were 2 Guys, it was bloody awesome.
It was also great to catch up with Kerry and see that she has now got on top of things. She injoyed talking about Guy even tho for me this was hard to get used too.
Well they headed back to Wanganui were they live now last w/e. Kerry was saying that she miss's the bike riding along with much more, and was thinking about getting a bike or perhaps a nugety scooter... I hope she does and I hope they look after her in Wanganui.
When they left it felt like Guy had left again too.... but at least I now know that life does go on... but it still has me woundering WTF is it all about.
The End
Guy was the kinda 'guy' that would do anything to help ya out, and him and his missus (Kerry) sure as hell knew how to through a barn yard party with the top lable beers and wines being supplyed.
Guy flew the F27 Friendship of NZ post's to Auckland every night and made a good wicket doing it. Guy was a junky for adrnaline he raced jet sprint and supper carts, he was in the process of building himself a 2 seater plane and was a wiz at tuning engines.
The guzzi was a Dell'Orto 40ml pumper carb and any Guzzi owner will tell you they can be a bitch to tune but Guy had the nack...... so much to the point that I strugeled to keep up with him on the inj sport, and I might add he usually had Kerry on the back.
Well sitting on auto pilot for 4hrs each nite was not guy's style so he decided to take a 40k drop in wages and move up Masterton way, to fly a FU24 top dresser. Guy, Kerry and Liyla (4) and new born (6 weeks) Galaga made the big move.
A couple of months into crop spraying Guy took off fully loaded, 10min or so into the flight the arse end of his fletcher fell off locking the elevaters in a down position which ment the he had only one direction to go.
Guy died that day in April 02 thanks to a mechanic fuking something simple but major up.
I never made it to ther funeral something that I really feel bad about, so I had not seen Kerry and the kids since as she decided to lie low for a few years and thats perfictly fine by me, it was a huge loss for them all.
This bit is wicked tho....... the coffin was painted Guzzi red with the Italian eagle of the Guzzi (Iti airforce) painted on the top. All the kids there added there bit aswell till you could hardly tell that it was a coffin..... how fuking cool is that.
Last week Kerry and the kids came back to Chch for the 1st time since they left to catch up with the mates that lived down here.
I meet Galaga for the 1st time, and could hardly reconise Liyla who now is 7yrs.
I spent a couple of days playing silly buggers with the kids, while the girls got pissed. Ya know the funny thing about the kids...... it was like Guy was there you could see him in the both of them... it was like there were 2 Guys, it was bloody awesome.
It was also great to catch up with Kerry and see that she has now got on top of things. She injoyed talking about Guy even tho for me this was hard to get used too.
Well they headed back to Wanganui were they live now last w/e. Kerry was saying that she miss's the bike riding along with much more, and was thinking about getting a bike or perhaps a nugety scooter... I hope she does and I hope they look after her in Wanganui.
When they left it felt like Guy had left again too.... but at least I now know that life does go on... but it still has me woundering WTF is it all about.
The End