I hadn't planned to go, it felt too morbid, but I'm glad I did.
I rode down alone, as I always had before I went on my first KB ride, with Bruce.
Most of the people I saw there were the folks I think of when I think of Upper North Island KB, most of them guys or girls who had met or ridden with Bruce, or Daryl and who ride because they love it. On my way down I felt good, I enjoyed my ride, took in my surroundings and felt alive.
It felt strange on arrival, but the families of both guys appeared to be genuinely touched by the turnout and I'm pleased they left a touching memorial to the guys.
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