In Memory

This page is dedicated to the friends we have lost along our journey

 

                                   

Tim Davies 1962 - 2007

Tim was a member of the Devon Highwaymen riders. He had a cruiser style machine followed by a Triumph America. There was more polish on those bikes than you could imagine.  If there was a world shortage of bike polish Tim caused it.

His last ride was with me (Colin) and Dave Cann. Tim turned up at Marsh Barton cafe and said lets go to Weymouth despite being very ill with cancer. We stopped in Weymouth and Tim devoured fish and chips before having a smoke. We sat on a bench on Weymouth sea front while Tim looked out to sea. (wonder what he was thinking) 

On the way back we stopped at Bridport so Tim could have a rest, again we stopped at Honiton where Tim had a coffee and another smoke. Tim was feeling very tired but did not want to give up despite Dave and myself helping him up from the tree trunk he was sat on. Sadly for Tim it was his last ride out with us. Tim died in August 2007. 13 motorbikes followed the hearse to the crematorium. 

He enjoyed motorbikes until the end.

Tim was known for saying more than two cars parked in a country lane was a doggin site. Being unable to say three words without swearing and giving everyone one nicknames. We won't mention the crumbs on the floor where he sat and ate in work.

Colin Kneeshaw

 

   
   

 
John Raynor 1964 - 2012

    
John was a cherished member of the Devon Highwaymen motorcycle group. His sense of humour was great. If you got a hug off him you had a job to breath afterwards as he would squeeze the air out of you. I tried not to shake hands with him as I valued my fingers staying in the correct place on my hand. A big guy but was so gentle. I valued him as a good friend when he came on rides. I did not meet him outside of the group but I was always greeted with a big smile. I have wrote this and used the word I a lot. The word we also fits well into this letter as I know all in the group felt the same about him. 

 

I would be leading the group on occasions, doing about 60 mph, day dreaming about different things, then suddenly he would roar pass me. Exhaust on full note, heavy revs, and I would jump and think I will get my own back. All I would see was john in the distance getting smaller as he shot away. Bet he had a grin on his face when he did that.

 

He is gone but will never be forgotten. I am sure when we are in a cafe somewhere we will mention something about him. I am sure I will be looking in my mirror waiting for him to roar pass when we do our Sunday rides.

 

Colin KneeshawChairman