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the motorbike

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Thursday, 6th February 2003 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



The Motorbike.


He was cleaning his big motor bike when his
mother called him for lunch. Ate quickly it
was a nice sunny Sunday and he wanted to
go for a ride “Take care now and don’t drive
too fast,” his mother cautioned.“ Sure”, she
was always fussing. This is great the freedom
of the road only a few cars about; he speeded
up. Coming to a long bend he leaned over like
he had seen racing drivers do, knees almost
touching the asphalt, this is exhilarating this
is life. Suddenly the back of a van loomed,
there was no time for anything, not even fear.
They had covered the body with a sheet and
since there was a light breeze put his helmet
on top, now they were leisurely measuring
skidding distances and so on. The driver
of the van was endlessly stroking her confused poodle comforting herself, too shocked to cry, a police officer was talking to her gently.
Later, someone would have to call his mother.





Copyright © Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2003-02-06 02:00:00]
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Re: the motorbike (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 6th February 2003 @ 05:25:50 AM AEST
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Why do you do that? You always confront me with real life - I hate that! Now I will have to go show this to him - won't make a difference though ....

Thank you for your confronting words - they always move me ...


Re: the motorbike (User Rating: 1 )
by Unaekseveer1 on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 07:25:53 AM AEST
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I get this jan, I smashed off my left kneecap and made a hole in my arm whilst crashing one these things, but saying that I'd still recommend riding one to everyone, just be a bit responsible and don't get too carried away, there are other less thoughtfull or considerate people on your race track so be aware or tragedy will happen!
Great write again, so sad

With love
Dean:-)


Re: the motorbike (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Sunday, 29th April 2007 @ 11:23:47 PM AEST
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I have lost one cousin and one dear friend to motor bike accidents. Yet I also have travelled many miles safely on the back of one. It is sad be it car or bike that collide.Fate has a way of getting there every time.Well written and very thought provoking.


Re: the motorbike (User Rating: 1 )
by Adam on Monday, 17th November 2008 @ 11:15:17 PM AEST
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Beuatiful & powerful




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