The ROSE.

Some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed

Some say love it is a razor

that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger

an endless aching need

I say love it is a flower

and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking

that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

who cannot seem to give

and the soul afraid of dying

that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely

and the road has been too long

and you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

far beneath the bitter snows

lies the seed that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes THE ROSE.

HEY GUYS HOW WE GONNA GET THRU THIS TUNNEL!!





Before I became a teenager I would go to the local Grand Prix in Bulawayo, Rhodesia.

Three riders were the "Belles of the Ball!"

Jim Redman
Mike Hailwood
Bruce Beale

My heroes

The people I lived for, wishing that one day I would get on that great machine and take the chequered flag.
250cc Redman racing against the BIG 600cc Ducati. He's my HERO


Jim Redman with his 250cc Honda



Biking down the Highway!

125 cc racing at Kyalami. Kids of 9 years and younger.