(Motor cycle's racing brothers, both killed while road racing)
The Dunlop's they are a racing breed
They made our country oh so proud
They'd sweep down passed the winning flag
Through the frenzy of the crowd
Wee Robert was the quiet man
Done his talking through the throttle
And through his injury plagued career
Robert never lost his bottle
The racing it was in his blood
This just was the Dunlop way
Like his brother Joey before him
The best road racer of his day
Both these lads were small in stature
But the beauty of it all
Is that when we think of what they done
Well they're simply ten feet tall
These battling brothers are gone now
Both were killed in a serious mishap
But we'll never forget these heroes of the road
Thats our Joey and Robert Dunlop
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
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Be always safe,
Karen