Flying With Flair

Two hundred mile an hour they say a Fireblade screams along its way but when alas, the rider’s Ray the Fireblade went a different way. It sped down Chester bypass quick for Raymond gave it quite some stick but at a hundred, fifty plus just one mistake will make you cuss. So when he braked to miss a bend the bike no longer man’s best friend, deciding it was time to fly took bike and rider to the sky. But birds, not men, are born with wings our spines can crack in high speed spins while somersaulting through the air his back was broke beyond repair. Now Ray must face his life anew not walking now like me or you but finding ways to keep his flair whilst tethered to a bloody chair! Ivor G Davies