Damn damn damn.
I just found out that Darrell is one of my wife's best friends brothers.
I've met him a number of times filling up at the Fergusson Drive Caltex in Upper Hutt and at Rosina's house - he had one of those Silver Yamaha tourers with the swingarm front wheel.
He's my age, with 2 kids - he just bought a new house with his wife and she doesn't know what she's going to do - the whole family are so in shock right now and thank goodness they're close and have their faith at the moment cause they've got fuck all else.
I've just been given the third degree about my riding. Darell rode that hill every day and has done for years. He should have known it like the back of his hand - and it looks like he's paid the price for the contempt brought about by familiarity on that road.
I'm gutted.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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