VOUT ETES MES AMIS

In the East there is a saying; ‘you only know your friend once you’ve fought with him’, I don’t know if this is true but I find it quite funny sometimes when I browse on Facebook, I see some folk have a thousand friends. I wonder if they ever talk to them all.

In my life over the years I have known folk from all over the world, at any given week I would speak at least to 500 of them or make some kind of a connection. To me a friend is everything and is someone you spend most of your day with or most of your week with. A friend is someone who has shared your anguish and pain, has shared your happiness and the adulation.

Those men and women who have ever ridden a bike whom I have mentioned in this blog, you have been my friends, you know who you are. You have ridiculed me, you have praised me, you have beaten me and you have suffered by my exploits. We have been together in the rain and cold and also in the summer sunshine. These memories are sweet and colourful like fields of Lavender.

To some this might seem as a trivial thing but to me, you have been…………………………………………………………………my friends.