Hey guys perhaps a different slant on things
Taken from my past.
When I was a lot younger I used to ride with "that" type of biker. Not the tassles and patched kind but the kind that were ripping along at 100mph plus
on the open road.
"Concequences -bahh what concequences?" was our attitude.
End result was that I went to an awful lot of funerals and put a fair few freinds into body bags.
As each guy was buried in the ground or "burned up" The knot in my belly got bigger and bigger and the pressure behind the temples got more and more intense.
Whilst at the funeral of a good freind who to make things a lot worse killed himself on my bike something went bang inside my head.
I grabbed the bike I was riding and lit it up at about 7000rpm . smoke billowing off my back tyre as I ripped outa the cemetry at gosh only knows what speed.
I have no memory of the next few hours in all honesty
I quit riding with other people not long after that.If you don't see the crash it doesn't hurt as much.
Life came full circle 7 years ago. I started to hang out with the "fast boys" (power rangers) again. I started to enjoy the competition. The chalenge of being first to the top or to the cafe. But like every unbroken cycle you end up with the same effect. People maimed and killed Funerals to go to.
You put the sadness into a little box in your mind and bury it deep so you can carry on with life. But it sits there like a timebomb waiting to explode.
This time I got away from the fast crowd before I exploded -or it was me that was burried.
Once again I ride alone.
Sorry for the diatribe but my point is. I don't condone the actions of those guys for one instant But I do understand that if it was a genuine expression of grief at the loss of a freind I do understand.
Its part of the healing process-Not for the dead mate but for you.
To see a life newly created.To watch it grow and prosper. Isn't that the greatest gift a human being can be given?
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