Not at you Sal, kinda ashamed this is happening. My friend was leathered up, helmet on and a lot more (It happened on a January morning on a Sunday). His wife was behind him on her scooter. Gator, just go away and pull that broad brush out of your ass.
Not at you Sal, kinda ashamed this is happening. My friend was leathered up, helmet on and a lot more (It happened on a January morning on a Sunday). His wife was behind him on her scooter. Gator, just go away and pull that broad brush out of your ass.
OMG.
How horrible.
I too have watched friends die, right in front of me and there was nothing I could do to protect them.
I was driving the ‘drag car’ in case of any breakdowns and it was my job to watch out for the group.
You cannot, however, stop whatever happens in front of you, a half mile away.
You can only watch in horror.
August 10, 1997.
7:18 PM.
I grieve for your friend’s wife, especially.
For the longest 3 minutes of my life, I thought the boots under the van belonged to ~my~ ol’ man.
I was lucky.
They did not but I will never, ever forget that feeling.