With respect to absent friends
Memorial Run 2007
Ambleside, Rydal Water and Ribblehead, June 2 - 3 2007
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Memorial Run 2011
Ambleside, Rydal Water and Ribblehead, October 22 2011
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Joan
Passed 13 January 2011
She flies with our Thunderbird, eternally
I will certainly never forget the days surrounding Joan's funeral, but what I will always remember, is the Christmas Party in 2006, at The Old Weatherstation in Wales. During which one of our now ex-members - Ian - decided he wanted to squeeze his not insubstantial height into a small domestic appliance. A tumble drier. Everyone present was pissing themselves laughing at the surreal situation, except Joan. She took exception to Ian's stupidity and proceeded to shout at him. And shout some more. Andy Kat somehow also became embroiled it the situation. Despite her diminuitive height, such was Joan's huge personality, that she bollocked the pair of them, good and proper. See the picture below:
Now THAT'S how I'll remember Joan.
Wigan Paul
A family member, Zoe, sang at Joan's funeral service. Here are the words to the song she changed especially for Joan.
Gorgeous George
Keith
Our thoughts are with Sue, family & friends. Keith aged only 37 is on possibly the ultimate journey. Ride Free.
Keith was one of the Barrow crew and although many of the club never met him, for me he was what I would call a real biker. I'm glad to be able to call him "mate". He left us to prospect for the Devil's Disciples, Cumbria. He left them after a few weeks and was possibly rejoining us, but died suddenly and far too early.
Naz
Scot
Didn't know him all that well, probably only met him a dozen or so times, but somehow it seems a lot more. He was that sort of guy, as soon as he walked into a room you knew he was there, you could say he was the boisterous sort. It was a shock when he died, but I suppose living his lifestyle it was a disaster waiting to happen.
Naz
First time I met Scot was with the rest of the Sally lot at Childy's (Mark Child) wedding, back in the dim and distant past...he was a big, friendly guy who promptly invited us to Ambleside, telling us that we could camp in his mam 'n' dads back yard...what he forgot to mention was they owned a cafe and the back yard was just that...a yard...not a blade of grass to be seen!!!!!!
Tracey
Obnoxious Jon
I remember the first time I ever met Obnoxious, I'd been forewarned of what he was like and sure enough he didn't disappoint me. He said a couple of things and then said "you an me will have to have a deep and meaningful talk one day", I replied "we just did". That threw him for a while and then he roared with laughter and we were mates from then on. I won't tell you about the coleslaw and the girls 18th birthday incident. What can I say about him, except he was well named, but if you ever got him in a quiet corner, very intelligent and a caring sort. When I heard of his accident I was gobsmacked, we all were.
Still wanted for sheep rustling in Cumbria
Naz