Indeed not a lot she could've done. Just for the record, she was an instructor at a popular motorcycle training foundation. She was the type of person who would wear full leathers hot, cold, humid, 40 C, day or night. Unfortunately that didn't matter very much in this case.
I am glad to say that the motorcycle enthusiasts community has been very helpful. Her brother in law posted on a popular GTA motorcycle forum looking for people who knew her. My boss knew Liz rather well, so him and I got to speak with her brother in law and her sister. What can I say... it's hard not to shed a tear. A couple of Liz's very close friends are taking care of the funeral arrangements, with help from several riders.
Been a harsh weekend for me, 2 of my buddies went down on Saturday night and were hospitalized with minor injuries, then Sunday night I found out about Liz after riding with her earlier in the day. Please, please ride safe everyone!
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the evening breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "She is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. The loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone says, "She is gone." there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "There she comes."
Henry Scott Holland.
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Thank you,
V