I've copied this over from the Ulysses Forum. I've met the author, and solved a few of the worlds problems over a cold beer a couple of times. He's an ex copper, big hulk of a man, and he and his wife have four bikes betwen them at last count. So they love motorcycling.....here's his tale in follow up to a post made here by Carolf_au last week. Today was a particularly sad day for me, and a lot of other people. Why? We attended the funeral of David â€œGuidoâ€ Giacca, our friend from Pro Honda, who died last week at Mt Cotton. I led the ride of 50+ bikes from Brisbane to Stanthorpe, his home town, where we joined with hundreds of other mourners for a full Catholic service. For these locals, the service was doubly sad as one month ago, they had farewelled Guidoâ€™s father in a similar service. None were expecting to be back so soon. I managed to hold up during the service, the parade of bikes in front of the hearse to the burial plot and the final internment. But as I watched his aged and distraught mother performing the final act of casting flowers and soil on the coffin I started to cry. No parent should have to bury their own children. This I know from experience. Then Guidoâ€™s partner and son â€“ hands clasped tightly to each other â€“ stepped forward. And as they did the same simple and touching ceremony, I broke and sobbed out loud. Hardly anyone noticed â€“ all were doing the same. Why am I posting this? One reason is to share with my friends I suppose and thereby lessen my grief. That's a bit selfish of me. But also, and more importantly, to make the point that we often think that if we kill ourselves on our bikes, so what? Weâ€™re doing something we enjoy and so long as it is quick it mightnâ€™t be a bad way to go. If we do it without taking anyone else out it is just ourselves we hurt. Whatâ€™s the problem? Well today, that problem, forever in the back of my mind, was spelled out with a clarity seldom seen. Thanks for listening and please be careful out there.