Bikes were marked with purple crosses as the biking community got ready to pay their last respects to late Yolandie Grobler.
The West Rand Bikers Church was packed to capacity as family members, friends and local bikers said their final goodbyes to Yolandie Grobler who passed away on 1 March following a bike accident.
Meeting with the president of the Wicket Wheels Biker Club, Neels Jonker at Martin’s Funeral Home on Voortrekker Road, he told the News of Yolandie’s happy-go-lucky personality.
Over 400 bikers from various clubs met to drive in a procession to pay their last respects to the late Yolandie and her family that she left behind.
A sea of black and purple was seen as the bikers wore purple band-aids around their arms in memory of the bubbly Yolandie.
Many of her friends and family also wore purple clothes and purple hi-lights in their hair to show their support.
Purple crosses were also stuck to the members motorcycles as they got ready to ride to the church in Dan Pienaarville.
“I made you, I can break you, and I can make you again,” was one of Yolandie’s favourite sayings, remembers Jonker.
Pastor Johan van Eck led the memorial service of Yolandie Grobler at the West Rand Bikers Church in Dan Pienaarville.
Among the bikers were members from the Broken Curse, Mac’s, Wicket Wheels, Stingers, Good Company, Nemo’s, Ruff Culture, Red Dragons, Xcalibur, and Custom Riders Clubs to name a few.
Family and friends stood in long lines at the church’s doors and had to sit shoulder to shoulder during the service, with others sitting on the floor.
“Everyone knew Yolandie by name, and knew exactly who she was.”
Pastor Johan van Eck led the service and described the day as sad as they said goodbye to the ‘lady with the beautiful smile’.
Emotions ran high as a slideshow presentation was shown with pictures that told a story of Yolandie’s life.
She was also described as the life of the party as tears ran down her loved ones faces.
After the service everyone made their way to the street to witness Yolandie’s very last ride. Goosebumps and tears were all around as every biker who attended revved his/ her bike as the hearse drove past slowly.
The sounds of the engines grew louder by every second and one could hear the engines roar as smoke rose up to the sky, and they stood while the hearse slowly took away a loving mother, child, wife and friend.
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