In June 2007 a father and his son from North Wales began a 10 month motorcycle journey around the American continent. It was the stuff of dreams, an experience second to none, at least it was supposed to be. Tragically the son was killed in a freak road accident, after only 32 miles. This is an account of the father continuing the journey for 16,000 miles alone, his struggle to come to terms with the tragic events, and the solace he finds between man, machine and nature.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Laying back and thinking of South America
Well hi there, long time no see you may think! My apologies, screwed up again, been in hospital for the last six weeks after another bike accident. No point, pleading innocent, despite the faxct it wasn't really my fault, I'm sick of apportioning blame. It doesn't change the facts, I've mashed every limb in my body and healing isn't likely to b e complete until ksome time around Easter of next year. I ain't got internet in hospital, this is a quicky while they've3 let me home for a 48 hour change of scene. Tomorrow it's back to the rigours of institutionalisation, and the tortures of physio. I'll get back soon!
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