The funeral was nearly over when the bikers arrived. When we heard the revving engines, my siblings and I looked at each other and grinned. We had NOT been enjoying the Mass (requested by a religious member of the family), so this raucous cacophony was most welcome.
Geoff’s mates headed the funeral procession to the crematorium, then joined us at the pub for his wake.
Troy, Adrian, Duane, Phil, Ken, Millsy … thanks for helping us send him off. You made the day so much happier.