I Shall Be Raising My Glass To Joey Dunlop Tonight On The Eighth Anniversary Of His Passing. RIP Joey.

Seems like yesterday....heres to a true legend, Joey Dunlop
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbWevU43sCw

RIP #3

He was a really nice person to meet can not believe is 8 years today. R.I.P #3

JOEY.GENIUS PLAIN AND SIMPLE

In the field of pure road racing he was the King of Kings
An ordinary person doin extra ordinary things
The news brought raw emotion then sadness and dismay
From the orange men on Drumcree hill to the Ulster G.A.A

Folk from every walk of life declared themselves a fan
This was the uniqueness of this hero called 'Yer Maun'
On the Island he was master with twenty six T.T's
And at home he was untouchable with twenty four Grand Prix's

Beating people half his age, getting faster every year
His passion for the sport he loved finally cost him dear
he never sought the limelight, his interviews were brief
No flirting with the glamour girls to cause his Linda grief

He learned his trade the hard way from humble poor beginnings
He never measured his sucess by monetary winnings
His death some folk have likened to that of Princess Di
But surely these comparisons in the face of logic fly

While she would seek attention for her charitable acts
Joey shuns the limelight as his battered van he packs
And setting off at midnight he travels all alone
To the orphans of Romania to whom he was unknown

Albania or Bosnia wherever there was need
His kind heart just responded when there was mouths to feed

He had conquered ever summit in this very dangerous sport
And he still went to Estonia to lend them his support
Not for glory or hunting, not for wealth and fame
But simply for his passion for his well loved racing game

His refusal to retire the people thought him mad
To live on his past glories his fans would have been glad
But this stubborn streak had made him the pick of all the crop
It was doing things his own way made him JOEY DUNLOP.

Unknown Author

RIP Joey - still the King.

WACEY wrote:

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JOEY.GENIUS PLAIN AND SIMPLE

In the field of pure road racing he was the King of Kings
An ordinary person doin extra ordinary things
The news brought raw emotion then sadness and dismay
From the orange men on Drumcree hill to the Ulster G.A.A

Folk from every walk of life declared themselves a fan
This was the uniqueness of this hero called 'Yer Maun'
On the Island he was master with twenty six T.T's
And at home he was untouchable with twenty four Grand Prix's

Beating people half his age, getting faster every year
His passion for the sport he loved finally cost him dear
he never sought the limelight, his interviews were brief
No flirting with the glamour girls to cause his Linda grief

He learned his trade the hard way from humble poor beginnings
He never measured his sucess by monetary winnings
His death some folk have likened to that of Princess Di
But surely these comparisons in the face of logic fly

While she would seek attention for her charitable acts
Joey shuns the limelight as his battered van he packs
And setting off at midnight he travels all alone
To the orphans of Romania to whom he was unknown

Albania or Bosnia wherever there was need
His kind heart just responded when there was mouths to feed

He had conquered ever summit in this very dangerous sport
And he still went to Estonia to lend them his support
Not for glory or hunting, not for wealth and fame
But simply for his passion for his well loved racing game

His refusal to retire the people thought him mad
To live on his past glories his fans would have been glad
But this stubborn streak had made him the pick of all the crop
It was doing things his own way made him JOEY DUNLOP.

Unknown Author

Very Touching, Almost Brings A Tear To The Eye.

last look, 168 views,6 comments....

and we wonder whats happening to road racing...
Shall I tell you what it is..... folk can't be bothered...
They'll gurn plenty when it finally ends, but what good is that now....?

A true legend. Eight years......were has that time went ?

difficult to see who will ever be able to match yer maun. not that that would really matter.
never had the pleasure of meeting him. admiration still just as big anyway.