The journey of overcoming serious mental illness to ride the Paris-Dakar

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Well, actually, it does - but in a very roundabout way.

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Monday, 17 March 2008

Hubert Kosloff

Last night, in southern Morocco, a number of Heroes Legend guys were driving in convoy on the long liason back to the bivouac.

A truck came round the corner, glanced off one of the cars and then smashed head-on into another. One of the occupants of the car was Hubert Kosloff - 68 years of age - who was on his 3rd Heroes Legend.



He was entered as number 34 - on a BMW R100GS - and either was getting a lift back to the bivouac or ome of his team-mates (Jerome Coudurier and Marc Barthelemy) was riding at the time - a number of teams did this "relay" thing.

Some of the riders and drivers tried CPR and resucitation and the medical teams got to the site of the accident within half an hour, but it was too late and Hubert died at the scene.

I didn't know Hubert, and had never met him. But I can relate to what drove him to take part in this event three times.

It kind of put all of the other stuff into perspective. The passport / visa problems, the bike problems, Oz's bike being scavenged and cannibalised, Billy's rear shock giving way. Even though these are serious, compared with losing your life then they pale into insignificance.

I'll leave the last words to Simon Pavey, quoted from Race to Dakar:

"It's horrific, you don't want to hear of anyone dying. But, we all kind of take part in Life. You can't not follow your dream because of a fear that that might happen to you or one of your friends".

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2 Comments:

Blogger Thomas said...

Hubert was my uncle. A great man, father, grandfather, brother, uncle and pilot who lived his life 120% every day. We always knew he wouldn't leave us lying on a bed, but this seems like an unlikely way to go. It would have made more sense if it had happened on his bike, during the race.

He will be sorely missed by his family in France, Brazil and those of us who live in the United States. He remains, in my mind, the perfect definition of a gentleman. Always corteous, smiling, happy, animated and definitely a way with the ladies.

Hubert, I love you always and will forever remember you. Your legacy will live on in your children, Nicolas and Mathieu, your sister Claudine, your nephews Jean-Marc, Cedric, Alexa and me, Thomas. Not to mention the little ones who have recently or will in the future be part of our family.

On t'aime oncle Hub!

Thomas Tuffy

18 March 2008 23:52  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

While looking for more photos on the Paris-Dakar for my students,I read about the loss of your uncle. I met your uncle Hubert, years ago, in ST Tropez. Hubert was a friend of my brother in law Serge. Hubert arrived on night on his bike, and stayed for two days. He was everything you said he was: smiling, charming and very funny. We all spoke of him from time to time. We remember him so well.
Danielle

29 September 2008 19:05  

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