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Beck Ruedi
Nickname: RÜEDU
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| Class: 1954 |
| Residence: CH - 4914 Roggwil |
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| Livin' free, Ridin' high....... for me, with some gasoline in my blood, this | ||
| is the most characteristic slogan of life. The full sound of a machine, the | ||
| musty vibration and the intoxication of speed accelerates me since | ||
| I was 18. | ||
| At that time I bought myself my first maschine (750 Honda) and | ||
| unwound kilometers and kilometers . Totally imprisoned each free minute | ||
| I was on the Road. | ||
| The routine and driving safety of the later years I must gain. Up to my 29 Year | ||
| I had three falls, fortunately none was serious. I do not want to complain, | ||
| also with bruises work could be done. Hard in taking, hard giving. | ||
| The annual 15-20'000 km on all driveable roads; no Muck stick, wherever | ||
| close or far, was omitted. | ||
| And like a correct biker, long years also the Party - Time had a weighty | ||
| place - hardly no biker - meeting or rock concert happened without me. | ||
| If the like often happened , after an omitted Party in the early morning - grey, | ||
| the driver "Rüedu" didn't found the way home anymore - the bike did! | ||
| I am a very lucky guy, I found " Annerös", a woman with strong nerves and | ||
| even mor tolerance. She's standing straight, whateverhappens. | ||
| In the saddle again, head humming and tiredness were forgotten. | ||
| Livin' free, Ridin' high....... | ||
| I organized many of the exits in the colleague circle. Often we started in the early | ||
| morning darkness - so early, that, to find a breakfast on a mountain road we had | ||
| to get some landlord out of bed. | ||
| These were intense years, full of benefit and pure joy of life until 1992 | ||
| the fate a first time slammed shut - over 13th years I drove thousands of kilometers | ||
| without accident and then a brain impact hit me. Fortunately the damage was | ||
| not so bad and I recovered rather fast. | ||
| After one year I sat again on my hot loved maschines. Three years, I still | ||
| suffered fro unpleasant swindle accumulations, this did not hold me from drive | ||
| drive, drive .... Not weather was too coldly, too wet, no tiredness too largely, | ||
| no work too much to forget the ride out. | ||
| But then, on Dezember the 6,th 2001, the fate struck again! This time mercilessly: I | ||
| suffered a renewed, this time very heavy brain impact. Time seemed to be endless. | ||
| Over six months I lay in the hospital; the Physicians prognosticated, that I would | ||
| probably never walk again. | ||
| But I did not give up, with ambition and a strong will to live, I fought back | ||
| with small steps. Owing to " Annerös" assistance and her loving support I' m able | ||
| to walk without going assistance again. | ||
| Nothing is, as it was before, but I do not give up. Sometime in the future, I will be | ||
| sitting again on my motorcycle, feel the vibration of the machine, listen to the | ||
| sound of the engine and drive with speed through the curves, wich I like so much...... | ||
| Livin' free, Ridin' high....... | ||
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