Me and Dave (Dynspud) had a bloody lovely day on the welsh mountain roads yesterday, him on his fazer, me on the xjr. Arranged to do it again today, but on the cruisers this time, and take a relaxed ride up to the reservoirs. This morning me and the gruppenfuhrer headed out to Chepstow then stopped for a coffee before heading deeper into wales, to meet Dave at the bike café just outside of Abergavenny. Thats when I got the text.."Had a big smash mate, bikes mullered. Sorry but cant make it.."
Couldn't get him on the phone(was tied up with the police and ambulance etc as it turned out) so we set of for Abergavenny, then tried again at the café. Finally got hold of him, and Dave being Dave, he said not to worry, he'd be fine etc, but we weren't having that so headed out to his gaff. Got there to find one very sore and rightly pissed off (think his bikes a write off ) feller.
Im so relieved my mate is ok but gutted for him. He fucking loved that bike to bits, and a two grand bike written off means fuck all to an insurance company, whilst at the same time an awful lot to us who run and look after them.
I know most of you dont know Dave, but hes one of lifes good uns, and a bloody good friend to have.
im just glad hes still here...