Originally Posted by
EMAIL Sent To Times Dad
Hello Jim, Dale here...
I was the one riding up with Tim, everything seemed fine and was going well, we had break and lunch Timaru
Heading North through Temuka and Winchestor and up on to the Canterbury plains which for a biker is straight and very boring but the other thing a lot of people don't know for a biker very long strights like that can be a strain on the wrists, keeping that constant speed.
I was in the lead and Tim brining up the rear. We were cruising between 100 to 105kph. Heck we had all day ti fill in and get there.
Came up on some Fontera tankers heading north, there was no traffic heading south at that moment so I indicated and cruised past both tankers not even needing to go over 105 as they were only doing 90. This was the last I saw of Tim on his bike. I looked in my mirrors to see if Tim had passed... he hadn't, by now the trucks were no longer in sight either. I slowed to wait for Tim to catch up... I had lost my shadow. I pulled over, and waited for a second, and the next odd thing that occured to me was that the Fontera trucks hadn't passed... My gut feeling wasn't good so I turned back and saw the trucks parked up and as well as some other traffic had pulled over and people gathered my head sunk, my gut churned as I instantly knew this wasn't good...
About 2 or 3 km south of Rangatata (the is a sign, but sorry I can't remember what it is Diamond shaped) this is where Tim left the road missing it by mere centermetres, through a bit of a wire fence, and then the flippyidy flop. one lucky lad.
The Ambo, Fire and Police all came and did there thing, the Police taking my statement, saying exactly what I said above. Tim gave me your home phone number so that I could ring you. The big GULP. How do you tell someone that there son has been involved in an accident... So I asked the Constable to do it since they have done this type of thing before and as well as me being a little nervous and maybe in a little bit of shock myself.
Once Tim was in the ambulance, the next thing was do I go back to Timaru or head on. It was the constable that basically said, you were on your way, and would probably be there once he gets out of the xray, and being cast and double checked over... which I couldn't do anything anyway. So I told Tim that you would be there and that I would keep going.
His response, and I quote "Ok, party hard"
So I continued north and the abulance pulled away about the same time. This was when it actually truly sunk in... "Fuck... what fuck just happened... how, why and...WTF " (excuse my language but that's exactly what I was thinking, feeling and woundering.
Anyway, I made it up there and as per Tims instructions I partied hard, and made it home safely. I have a photos of the event. Would be pretty cool to (well not cool but you know what I mean I hope) to have some higher grade photos of the remains of Tims bike, as I usually take a lot of photo's and it was part of my weekend and memories.
Kind regards
Dale
hmmm... you seemed to have captured the ginga quite a lot, one may well think you had a hankering... are you sure you dont want to tell us something GB???.... I WANTED AND SEMI ATTEMPTED theft
but he got eyes at all angles.
Reply With Quote
Great to catch up with the old friends and hopefully make a couple of new ones. 
John.
Bookmarks