The first time I meet Bruce was when he was having a get together at his place to watch the bikes racing on his BIG tv screen.
I arrived and he welcome me into his home.... showing me his broken bikes in his garage after he broke both his hands on that accident and telling me his plans on getting them back on the road. That night he got on his pushbike and did wheelies up and down the road (both hands bandaged up)... he loved showing off that skill as he could do a wheelie for miles and miles on that pushbike. He brought in a heap of pizza's for us all to eat... yep a number of KBers turned up that night.
Another time whenever he rode past me all I heard was a 'whoop' as I never saw him coming or going. (both him and Death_inc would do that) so one day I said "guys you are giving us newer riders the shits....." he smiled and nodded.
The next ride we were on together, he came up behind me on the bike he slowed right down and as he passed me he turned around and waved to me and you could see that huge cheeky grin on his face... next thing he roared off into the distance.
Bruce showed us some great stunts on his bike... There was the night we all gathered at a secret place after having pizza at Hell's Pizza...... in a industrial area... Bruce lead the pack and some of us had no idea where we were....
after a while we heard sirens getting nearer, we all scattered. I looked back and saw a huge grin on his face.
The few times that I went out to Puke on track days.... Bruce was there.... and he sure could race his bike.
Bruce lived for bikes, bikes were his world.
Bruce rode hard.....
Rest In Peace Bruce.
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