Old Mates Remembered

(Dedicated to the memory of our departed Ulysses friends)

A sad part of life is the parting of our ways,

But always, we will remember the days

When we rode together and had such fun

With Ulysses on Wednesdays or weekends in the sun

And sometimes in the wind and rain,

Though we've come back for more, again and again.

Our departed mates ride a road we don't know,

A journey that some day we'll each have to go.

Beyond all potholes, mud, gravel and cars

With no speed cameras beyond the stars,

Where aches and pains are a thing of the past

And the rides will be safe and fast at last.

The love of biking is something we've shared,

A joy that can hardly be compared,

Yet most of the public just don't understand,

Why we ride our beloved bikes all over this land.

The old mates remembered certainly knew

The joy of riding 'neath the Aussie skies blue.

So today, though we're parted and feeling quite sad

It's comforting knowing we can also feel glad

We were able to ride together as friends,

As Wednesday or weekend Ulyssians till the end.

Though each of these good old mates has gone,

In our hearts with us, they will always ride on.

Guzzi Bob

Mark Bridgland
Gerry Borgonje
Trevor Nicolle