There must have been about twohundred bikes of all sorts. There were clubs, associations and individuals. Business aquaintances, mates, family and friends. All paying their respects riding together as one. The man watched us pass through Woonona and commented on the military precision the traffic was held at bay. It was a powerful experience. For us and them.
By the time I got home I was emotionally drained.
The business is now for sale.
Some of the boys on the forum saw a truck with car wrecks passing by. One of those was the Daytona Motorcycle Painting van. It sparked a bit of a discussion on belief and how to live life to the max. He was only 37 years old when his life was over in a flash.
1958-?
What are you going to do with your dash?
posted by The '95 Ninja ZX6R @ 6.11.07
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