some people come into our lives and quickly go,
like waves briefly touching the shore, some people stay for a while, and give us a deeper understanding of what is truly inportant in this live THEY TOUCH OUR SOULS we gain strength from the footprints they have left in our hearts.
and we will never ever be the same.
He was our brother
He was a mate
He was a dad who was so ever great
He loved his Fords
He adored his Harley's
He was an Uncle he was a Son
He would act a clown
He would be a Hero
There would not be a person who would rate Pete a zero
He was a ten the best you can get
Rest in Peace or Brother
You will not be forgotten
We love you and we will miss you
Less we forget
Poem by Geof
Here is a picture of Pete, Bobby and mum out at Portland,
Two days from Bathurst races 1999
In which his car hauled ass, nearly finished the race
except for a small leak,
PETER
He came up from round Katoomba way,
this bloke called Peter Wright
A hard young man with two good hands, and boy,
could this bloke fight
The cops they liked to hound him,
the girls fell at his feet
His cars he loved to race them,
and boy, was he hard to beat
His friends are spread so far and wide,
you cannot count them all
They’d never known a man so staunch,
to stand so proud and tall
A modern day Ned Kelly, is how Peter loves to live
But if his mates were down and out,
anything Pete had, he would give
A man who stood fast by his morals,
and always stood fast by his pride
He always stood fast by his family,
and took any problems in his stride
A man not known to shy away,
from things put in his path
Pete would just keep smashing through them,
and then sit back and laugh
Try to put Pete in a Holden,
and see how far you get
He is a man who loves his fords,
without one ounce of ill regret
We know how much he loves his kids,
for them, his heart tripled in size
Kelly, Pete & Shane,
you are the apples of his eyes
We don’t know how to say goodbye,
and we don’t think that we can
So we’ll just say catch you later
and we miss and love you man.
KEEP EM ON THEIR TOES BROTHER!
All our love, Annie, Neil, Josh, Jake & Meags
DANNYS UTE IN PIC MISSY, DANNY, JED, MARK, PETE, BLAIR
GOANNA RACING TEAM
gogart track petes GT
family photo
pete and danny
kiara last of his pups
petes bike
spermy and pete
this photo was taken at lithgow in 2000 , one day after pete got out of hospital.
he had his brain op !
mark peters with uncle pete
1;st such is life run 2010
PETES 40TH bert and pete
This is a poem that my mum found in Pete's wallet tucked away, it is a very moving verse which he wrote, on one of his treks, so take a look and see what you think, I reckon he was pretty talented and a great man at that.
You Gotta Have a Mate
Mates, I've travelled down some dusty roads.
Both crooked tracks and straight, and I've learnt
Life's noblest creed.
Summed up in one word,
"Mate"
I'm thinking back across the years, a thing I do
of late, and these words stick between me ears,
"You gotta have a mate"
Someone who'll take you as you are, regardless
of your state and stand at Ayres Rock, because
he is your mate.
Me mind goes back to 43, to slavery and hate,
when mans one chance to stay alive depended
on his mate.
With bamboo for a billy can and bamboo for a
plate, a bamboo paradise for bugs was a bed for
me and mate.
You'd slip and slither through the mud, and
curse your rotten fate, but then you'd hear a
Quiet word, "Don't drop your bundle mate!"
And through it's all so long ago this truth I have
to state, a man don't know what lonely means till
he as lost his mate.
If there's a life that follows this, if there's a
golden gate.
The welcome that i want to hear is just, "Good
on ya mate".
And so to all who asks us why we keep these
special dates, like ANZAC day I tell em why,
"Where thinking of our mates".
And when I've left the driver's seat and handed
in my plates, I'll tell o'l Peter at the door, "I've
come to join me mates"
By Pete
