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  • I miss my sister, Cathy Sheehan (1955-2011). She left New Zealand to follow her dream of solo cycling through mountainous regions of China and neighbouring countries for 10 months. She wrote a blog about her trip and was the happiest she had been for many years. She was killed in Kuala Lumpur, hit from behind by a car. She was due to fly home the next day. Cathy was a natural adventurer. I have now started cycling and do my first Red Spokes trip this December in Laos.


    To your death
    On a sticky hot highway
    Metal to bitumen
    Car fumes
    And melted tar
    Your last earthly scents
    Puzzled as
    An upside down sky
    Becomes your instamatic
    Flying flying
    Those last few seconds
    Jumbled thoughts
    Soaring now
    An unearthly freedom
    Then head split on impact
    Like wood from the axe
    Unevenly stacked
    With splinters of a chequered life
    Of lost loves
    Beautifully juxtaposed with
    The soul of an adventurer
    Two soft boys
    Brilliance, quirks
    Schemes and books
    A sanctuary
    Of knowledge
    Tea and biscuits
    An ordinary extraordinary
    A shocking death
    No beauty to it
    Kissed by tyre treads
    In a strange land
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