Kwackerz wrote:...and feck me if we dont turn back up to his bedside to see him in his embroidered white RiderSite TShirt.
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He got hold of me and I was working, and yes its the same number (15 years or summat)Falcopops wrote:Hey Tim, hope you and yours are bearing up.
The number I've got for Peter is 07841426134, that's a few years old, but worth a try.
Apologies for posting so prominently Pete, but I was using my phone and I coudn't figure out how to PM it, thought the situation was worth just getting the info over.Gio wrote:He got hold of me and I was working, and yes its the same number (15 years or summat)Falcopops wrote:Hey Tim, hope you and yours are bearing up.
The number I've got for Peter is 07841426134, that's a few years old, but worth a try.
A kind, conscientious man, strong in character, soft in manner, robust in his values
and standards. Never one to shy away from hard work and always up for a challenge.
A veritable swiss army knife of a man. A legend. My Dad and my best mate.
For me it’s not a sadness at him going much as a genuine happiness at his release
from the illness that cut his life short. There is sadness, but nowt a few quadruple JD’s
wont sort.
There’s fond memories. His ability to drive left hand drive Vauxhall Viva HB estate
(ANG866S was the reg) like a top of the range sportscar, admittedly I may have been
his co-pilot on ventures like that, egging him on from the back seat much to avrils
annoyance, but we had fun and broke many laws. It was, is and always will be cool
despite what society may say.
Scouts.. 1st Langar, Vale of Belvoir, fond memories. Dad had been a Queen’s Scout
in his youth. He probably didn’t realise just how much he passed on over the years to
the lads in the scout group, but he really was an encyclopedia of.. well, of everything
really.
Later in life I’ve wonderful memories of my dad as a biker, we’d shared rideouts,
journeys, rallies, stories, fixed things, broke things, modded things, raced against
other things (mainly prototype Lotuses in dad’s case), and watched people race things.
So his time has passed, he’s shuffled off his mortal coil, he's passed on.. He is.. no..
more! He's expired and gone to meet his maker.. Bereft of life, He rests in peace.
Although in truth he’ll be riding with Sheene and Simoncelli now.
There’s a famous saying from Hunter S Thompson, an American journalist who also
rode and wrote about the Hells angels of the late 60’s.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a
pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
I think that’s exactly what my dad did, truth be told.