Pow-Lo’s off thread brought back a memory from many years ago, a friend of mine called Steven Ellis had a Honda 125 which he gave to his younger brother Andrew. My eldest brother worked as a microbiologist at Leeds University & often helped out in other departments, at one point he was doing a detachment at Leeds teaching Hospitals, he was asked to attend & observe autopsys.
I was home on Christmas leave from the Navy, my brother & my sister in law came in & were unusually quiet, my Mother asked them what was wrong, he sat down & put his head in his hands, when he looked up he was on the brink of crying (unusual as he was quite a cold unemotional character) he then explained that the autopsy he had started to observe was Andrew Ellis, apparently he had been riding on York road & as he was passing the Irish centre he moved to the side of the road & clipped the kerb, as he went down he cracked his head & died from a bleed on the brain, the effect on the whole family was devastating, Steven blamed himself as did the Mother.
I was home on Christmas leave from the Navy, my brother & my sister in law came in & were unusually quiet, my Mother asked them what was wrong, he sat down & put his head in his hands, when he looked up he was on the brink of crying (unusual as he was quite a cold unemotional character) he then explained that the autopsy he had started to observe was Andrew Ellis, apparently he had been riding on York road & as he was passing the Irish centre he moved to the side of the road & clipped the kerb, as he went down he cracked his head & died from a bleed on the brain, the effect on the whole family was devastating, Steven blamed himself as did the Mother.
