Dozens of motorcyclists bring cavalcade to Worcester Crematorium

Bob Fisher, a long-time member of WAC Motorcycle Club, died aged 73, and members of the WAC Motorcycle Club paid a touching tribute to him by arranging the cavalcade on the day of his funeral (Tuesday, November 15).

Before the funeral began, the motorcyclists rode in on a variety of bikes, before parking and entering the crematorium.

Mr Fisher's family allowed the Worcester News to film the procession as it entered the crematorium grounds.

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His long-term partner, and manager of the club’s Facebook page, Dawn Thomas led the tributes to him, having been with him for more than 25 years.

She said: “He will be greatly missed. He was a strong, very forthright, character, always someone you could rely on to help if needed.

A good member of the committee who always gave his honest opinion.A fabulous but not indulgent father and grandfather. 

“He was my rock and allowed me to grow and flourish as a person.”

Dawn and Bob met 26 years ago, when he was working at CJ Motorcycles in Droitwich, and she was manager of Stars and Stripes Pizza, a café where Bob was a regular customer.

His interest in motorcycles began at a young age when he used to go to the local grass track and trials with his grandad.

Bob passed his test as soon as he could and began marshalling motorcycle road races on an international level.

Around 20 years ago, Bob and Dawn gave up marshalling to get involved with the WAC.

Motorcyclists involved in the cavalcade. (Image: Newsquest)

Outside of motorcycles, Bob first worked as a heating oil salesman before becoming a traffic warden, a role he stayed in for many years.

Upon retiring he took up part-time work for a company which provided supplies for care homes.

Even as he got older he continued to help people with their motorbikes and kept his and Dawn’s three bikes and two cars in ship shape.

Reflecting on their time together, Dawn added: “We had some great days out with our dog Freddie, his best mate, as well as walking in Wales or over the Old Hills.

“My most treasured memory was probably our times on the bike, holidaying in Scotland or Northern Ireland, or even just a blast out on a summer's evening for an ice cream.

“He nearly always got my bike out of the garage and started it up for me and came out onto the road to see me off if he wasn’t joining.”