So let me start this thread by saying I've lowered quite a few mates in to the ground over a 10 Year period all from preventable motorcycling accidents. For those that don't know me I'm 27. It is coming up to the 10 year anniversary of the first passing, along with recently attending another for a mate the same age as myself; so I've had this inkling to write something and something a little bit different. I've debated about posting this for a while, as it unlike me and might be quite hurtful to anyone that has experienced anything similar, and it might not be any good, but anyway, lets see if it strikes a tune with anyone. " To those of the human kind; the Young - Old, Happy, callous and benign. I write to you to today to explain on behalf of myself and friends of mine. Happy young and free; jumping on two wheels with no place to be. Surrounded by mates young and old, letting the stories and good times all unfold. Many times this repeats, all with mates all with glee. One day we may receive that call; 3am or at the door. This all feels surreal; how do i act - how do i deal? Prejudice and anger towards drivers begins to yield. Driver stated they could not see; did not look, yet did not flee. As I stand around with like-minded friends; reminiscing about good times and bends. The service notice arrives.. We will all attend. As the Priest begins to talk; I contemplate the lessons to be taught. Let us not shift blame; or let us get caught up in the pain. Yet let us preach that a facebook troll; is not worth paying the price with a human soul. As we attend the burial; the mother, father and brother look feral. Mentally and physically broken; whilst throughout not a word is spoken. No opportunity for the eldest to carry on the family name; I wonder who do they really blame. It's at this point I freeze with complete horror; why isn't anyone paying me a bother? It's then my sudden realisation; It's not my friend in this situation... "