When I used to work at the ATO in the 70s, in the group of girls I was with, one of the girls came in from lunch showing us her new bike helmet, leather jacket and gloves she bought. She was a beautiful person. One of the nicest of the bunch.
Come Monday morning, clock on to work, walk and go towards the area I work in, oddly see all the girls all huddled up and crying.
Found out she had died on the weekend with her bf on the motorbike.
That kind of also made me finally decide not to be a road biker any more.
Funny thing is, before I saw this post today, I was thinking of her, yes, it was 45 years ago, but why she came to mind?
Must be some coincidence thing happening a lot lately.