Originally Posted by Lozzo

Me and a few mates wheelied past a funeral procession once a long time ago. To be fair the geezer in the box was a mate of ours who'd died on a bike and his mum had asked us to to do it once we were on the short stretch of dual carriageway. He came from a strong biking family and she said to pass the hearse as fast and as loud as we liked, up to the roundabout, back down the other side and then tag on to the back of the procession again. It would have been rude not to