Below are two poems I had the privilege of reading to Mario while he was still with us - and I'd like to share the first one to show why he was so special, and the second one to have a laugh, as we all know Mario loved a laugh.

Dear Mario This poem is for a special guy who is so dear to me who really has a heart of gold and personality Who’s so easy to talk to that the calls can go so late it’s really hard next day at work to try to stay awake! Whose voice is soft and gentle and he has a caring way He’s really good at listening to what you have to say. A wicked sense of humour and a bit of “crazy” too these are just some traits I see when I’m describing you Luv & Smiles, Di

MARIO A Sunday dawns out in the ‘burbs the birds all start to sing the ragers from the night before are still all sleeping in But that’s the best time in the week for motorcycle riders the leathers & the helmets on the guys with their knee-sliders And over there in Erie Street a Yammie comes to life as Mario the Chilean is out to wreak some strife His crazy eyes have been turned on he’s headed for the bends addicted to adrenalin he wants to race his friends His front wheel mostly in the air he figures he’ll save cash if only his rear tyres are the ones to see the trash He’s joined up with the Touring Club and now goes on their rides at least when trusty Captain Pete ain’t waving him goodbye He’s sure one of the keen ones who is out to get his kicks in pushing for the boundaries on his really cool R6 DI