I remembe rthe night of Carlos accident. I stayed just behind the main road where it happened.
I had been in the house and could hear the motorbike going up and down the road.My mum had just come back from the shops and said there had been an accident. She said the bike looked yellow, but I knew then that it was orange, it was the streetlight that made it look that colour.
Having made my way to the hospital, I met up with a few of the foks we ran about with and eventually spoke to Carlos dad.
Over the next few weeks and months I made many a trip up to hospital to see Carlo, brining him up a happy meal, most of the time it was probably cold by time he got it though!
The memories of seeing him in hospital and upon his return home , I will always remember.
I never was much of a motorbike fan myself, but after seeing what happened has certainly made me realise how dangerous these can be in the wrong hands and I can imagine how Carlo feels right now.