In Memory Of....
If you have lost a fellow brother or sister & would like to have them remembered here, please email me your tribute at bikerchick@damnbikers.com or you can go here to send in your stories & I will post them.
In Memory of my Best Friend
"Butch" 1%er
No one was ever so loved, no one will ever take
your place. I miss you dearly,
'till we meet again Butch, Love "Peep"
1/6/03
In Memory Of Douglas LaBelle
I knew Doug for 25 years. He lost his life on 12/06/02, doing what he loved most, riding his bike. He worked doing his next best thing, helping people who were injured. He was a devoted father, son, and friend who was kind, considerate, funny, and hard-working. He loved Daytona Beach. The doctor he worked for said it all when he said that Doug was "the best". "He could not be replaced." He said he had "stronger work ethics" than he himself, or his own father for that fact. Many stories were told, many tears were shed, many laughs could be heard. A great tribute was given all. On his behalf, and that of his girls, 'Toys For Tots' were given an extra boost this Christmas. In lieu of flowers, contributions were for the children that he rode for every year. I will never know anyone more caring about others than this man. I am sure he is riding in heaven on wide open roads where there are no wrecks, just love and fun to be had by all! May you RIP and ride free in wind! I hope to ride with you again one day.
From
Robin
12/30/02
In Memory Of Scott Wilson
scott died july 2, 2002. he was building a memorial for those who gave all in wars around the world, from plumas county ca. it opened july 4th 2002........you did it man. bro, ride harder now that your free. i'll see ya "over there" and DON'T piss off the old man with those loud ass shotgun pipes till i get there.....you know how i loved that dragster sound. see ya.......
From
Bubba
12/17/02
In Memory Of Rod Maynes
my brother was killed in a cage accident 7/18/84. he rode a 77 fxe and rebuilt that ride all the time. he had his demons (drugs and alcohol and everything else) but he had a heart of gold and is missed sorely. I tell my son about his uncle every time he looks at my tattoo and wonders why I got "painted" I'll always have him with me. he was my big brother and my friend. forever young.
From
Nick Maynes
12/9/02
My Uncle Fred was the silliest shit around. Hence the name "Crazy Fred". Never saw that old man cry until my fathers funeral. They were both vets and my father had a painting of the wall and the war memorial of the soldiers that had a poem on it. I would like to share it with you because it made them cry and thinking about the 2 strongest men I have ever known it makes me cry, so here you have it:
"I went to the Wall because I had
a feeling......
That one of my brothers was in need of healing...
I approached a man of incredible size....
As he turned to me I saw the tears in his eyes..
He could tell by my limp, and the scars that I bore..
That I too was a vet, from the Viet Nam war....
We looked at the names on that great granite wall..
Brothers to us one and all...
Men who had fought, and died by our side...
Standing before them with Reverent Pride....
Each poem, each patch, each picture as well....
Told the whole story of their personal hell...
We sat in the grass for an hour or more...
Talking, reliving our part of the war...
The Fears and despair that filled our mind...
The memories of friends we'd left behind...
He thanked me for coming to share in his pain...
Then he bowed his head and cried only once again..
He gave me his name and number to call...
And promised to see me again at the wall...
We rose to leave as evening fell...
I gave him a hug and I could tell....
That someday in the future he'd have a feeling,
One of our brothers was in need of healing....
"The Healing Wall" Author unknown
This poem meant a lot to my uncle
and to my father both "bikers"
both VETS I share this poem with all of you that feel the pain of love lost from
sickness old age accidents... what have you... just had to let you know about My
Uncle one of the greatest men ever born....
R.I.P. CRAZY FRED
From
JagerSkin
12/7/02
In Memory Of ZACHARY "BEAR" CHARBENEAUX
Well Brother, your pain is over
now.
Not that you'd ever complain. You
looked death in the eye many times and
never blinked and this last time was no
different. Bushman was there at your
side when the end came, as you knew
he would be. I rekon Dennis, Preacher,
and MeanGene were waiting there at the
pearly gates as ya rode in, so I know you're
in good company up there. You were
outlaw to the bone brother and ya made an
impression on everyone ya met. They either
loved ya or hated ya 'cause besides being big,
loud, and aggressive, ya always told the truth,
and that scared some of 'em. All I can say
is your brothers always loved ya and had the
utmost respect for you, and of course not
much else matters in this life. We'll miss
ya bro, but your memory will live on.
Brothers, Family, Forever !
Irish Mike
JUS BROTHERS M.C.
Stockton Chapter, CA.
11/19/02
In Memory Of Dennis Bier
March 23, 1947 - Feb. 1, 2000
CHARTER MEMBER, JUS BROTHERS M. C.
The JUS BROTHERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB
has lost one of our best. Your free now
brother, but you'll never be gone. You live
in our hearts and we will always remember!
You had alot in your life to be proud of.
Your beautiful wife Cindy, your kids.
Two combat tours in Viet Nam with the
Marines, and a life of brotherhood on
two wheels. You always wore your colors
proud, and we were always proud of you!
RIDE FREE BROTHER.
Irish Mike & all your Club
Brothers in California B.F.F.
11/19/02
In Memory Of My 37 Brothers of the USS STARK FFG- 31
In 1987 I was a 23 year old Gunners mate aboard the USS stark FFg-31,we were attacked by Iraq. The attack Left 37 of us dead and 58 wounded, out of 25 guys, on the SSDF team I am one of five that are left, so every time I ride my FLH, I am in the wind with my Brothers. That is The Freedom That they died for.......I love and miss my Bros. Fair Winds and Following Seas.
From
Bernard T Martin
11/18/02
To all who fought for this country in the time of war, I commend you on your bravery and willingness so that I may be free. I too am a veteran but not of war, but of a time that war was not. I would just like to let the world know that on veterans day in apache junction, Arizona, my friend a vet of the v.n.w. went home not feeling so good never to awake. so from this day on I as others will miss our friend named crazy. and I will continue to blast my Harley through this country in his honor. so I say to you my grey haired friend please watch over me and keep me safe until that day we meet again.
From
Timmy The Cool Guy
11/14/02
Bill was killed Oct. 13, 2000 by a drunk kid that ran a red light. He is missed by so many. He was a good friend and a stand up bro. We miss you Bill. And we all still smile when somebody says "Lets put em in the wind".
From Red
11/14/02
Steve ("Circus Boy") Kreitlow was killed in a bike accident in Sturgis in early August. He was 42. Steve was an active member of ABATE and was co-chair of this year's rally. One of the rally’s trademarks was Steve MC’ing the Biker Rodeo. His sense of humor and quick wit will be missed. He was a hell of a bro...
From DaveA
10/27/02
In Memory of David
5-1-02 Ty for the best 25 yrs of my life. Will be riding with u and the angels.
From Tish
10/16/02
The cagers couldn't take him, but the cancer finally did. We were brothers by blood and in spirit. ain't forgot you bro, Won't ride with a partner till we ride together again. CcRider 10/10/02
In Memory of John Bowman A.K.A Panhead
This is a tribute to my father I lost him on Oct. 1, 1999 in a motorcycle accident when he was coming home from a night at Port Costa. It is going on 3 years on Tuesday but it still feels like yesterday. He is greatly missed by everyone who knew him. He was always trying to make someone laugh.
From
Theresa Bowman
9/28/02
In Memory of Justin Teshner
He was really happy to be getting his bike working. He had been working on it for a while. I think he died, the way that he lived, doing something that made him feel free, with little thought to the dangers. Before he left work that night, he told his boss, "I don't wear a helmet because I feel when my time comes that's my time". He is in Valhalla, now. He was descended from Vikings. I loved him a lot. I came on this site to look for a bike tattoo, I want one with roses. So if you have any designs, pls send them to my e-mail.
From
Alodie
9/17/02
IN MEMORY OF....MARLENE BUA
Thou we each went
different ways in the fork of the road early in our lifes, we will meet up
again. Thinking of you & will never forget your friendship. xo
Davy
9/5/02
In Memory of Randy (Z-Man) Elliott
Randy (Z-Man) Elliott was my husband of only 1 1/2 yrs. On April 29, 2000 he was riding back to Tuckahoe M/C clubhouse and hit a truck head-on just down the road from the clubhouse. He sustained massive internal injuries and broken bones and was not expected to make it through the night due to internal bleeding and a massive pelvic injury. He was operated on and made it through the night but his chances of survival were dim. After undergoing many surgeries he lost his battle on May 16, 2000.Randy had a wonderful personality and a sense of humor that could make you laugh at your maddest moments. I miss him deeply. He may not ride on this earth anymore but he still rides around in my heart. I not only write this as a tribute to my Late Husband Randy but also to pay my respects to Tuckahoe M/C Purgatory, NC & Tuckahoe M/C Okeechobee, FL for their time, effort, love, support and contributions to me and my children and the benefit that they had started planning the day of Randy's accident that was held in June 2000. Also to all of the people who came out that day to show their support, I can't thank you enough. Randy was made an honorary member of Tuckahoe M/C and he loved them all and is missed by all who knew him.
From
Michaelle Elliott Noble
9/4/02
In Memory of Daryl Polen "White Oak"
Taken Saturday August 10 2002 45 yrs young Ride on brother we`ll meet again we`ll ride together again we miss you on our rides your spirit is still with us always.
From
Ed "Gatekeeper" Grimm
9/1/02
In Memory of Muffler Jack
In Memory of You, Muffler Jack,
our very special, sweet friend. Thanks for loving my children and me.
Loved by so many, and still missed and thought of so often, I'll never forget
You, Scrapper, and Blue. You're the best, Peace, Love and Respect,
Monica "Lefty" Patterson aka: moto psycho
mama@aol.com H.B.,Calif
P.S. (thanks for the nickname) lol!
8/27/02
In Memory of Paul E Martin
Oct.3,1948 to June 15,2002
owned and operated
Arkansas Cycle Works in Clarksville Arkansas for 28 years Interned June 19,2002
at Minnow Creek Cemetery-Clarksville Arkansas Paul drowned at Piney Bay
recreation area in a jet ski accident (he couldn't swim). Loved and Lost
From
Jil Bolus
8/26/02
On May 4, my 2 sons, ages 2 and
6, lost their daddy who was traveling to pay his respects at the funeral of a
fallen brother. This poem is their tribute to him, their hero, their
guardian ANGEL now forever.
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
Two grieving sons, You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A Father's love, no longer there.
Two broken hearts, tear filled eyes,
Another ANGEL to fill the sky.
Many memories in our minds,
Some we laugh, some we cry.
The times we shared, the laughs we had.
Things we miss when we think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all we have to hold onto,
Only memories. Of what was once you.
Missing your laugh, we will never again hear.
This is the reality that fills us with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug, the last kiss.
The last goodbye leaves us with one last wish....
To have you Daddy, here today,
Never to leave your sons this way.
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
Two grieving sons, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!
In Loving Memory Of
Richard Dale Hyder
HAMC-Mesa
Love,
Christian, Dylan and Nikki
8/10/02
In Memory of Roger Silver (Prez
of the Gooses N.O.L.A) who was murdered
in the early 80's in New Orleans....
Sadly enough Roger's killer was never brought to trial.
You were a friend to anyone that mattered....
My debts died with you....
But not my memories.
Still thinking of you Bro....every time I order a Red Beer !!!
...Big Rog
8/8/02
In Memory of Lorenzo L. Ortega
Hi Grandpa. It's just me your grandson. Grandpa I miss you lot's. One day we will kick it in heaven and you can tell me stories about dad. I know you have some good ones. Ha-Ha I love you. Bye for now Grandpa. We all miss you!!!!Love always your grandson pappas Ortega
From
Rob
8/8/02
In Memory of Shane Kelley #556
Shane,
sup man!!!
how is heaven? you are probably at the track with Darren, Brandon, and Adam, and
probably kicking their asses in racing up there. you probably have the best
announcer now Chick Hearn. well peace out my brother and say hi to Adam,
Brandon, Darren for me
From
Jon Kamph
8/8/02
In Memory of Joey A.K.A. LiL BUBBA BDS.BWst
Man my dog. I miss you a lot. It's been krazy with out you. It's been hella lonely to perro chato. Sometimes I just kick it and think about the firme times we had. Man dog where fools. I never thought I would lose my Big Brother. The day I found out you had You passed away, I felt a part of my Bulldog heart crumble. When I went to you funeral I seen a lot of true solid Dogs Shedding tears for you. We all lost a Solid Friend, Dog, and Carnal! Man BUBBA I'm sorry I wasn't there the night that buster shot you. I hope you can forgive me!!!!In my heart I'll always keep you. Well Big Brother I'm out with major love and utmost respect!!!! Your LiL brother 4 Life Rob cya 96-2000
From
Rob
8/8/02
In Memory of Jimmie H. White
Arkansas state police trooper Jimmie H. White was killed while doing a escort for the Blue Angels on June 1, 2002 at Little Rock Air Force Base. He was on the motor cycle detail of the Arkansas state police. All the motor cycle groups in Arkansas loved him. He was a really great guy. At his funeral the bikes were every where. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
From
Larry D. Shannon
8/3/02
In Memory of Tony (De Rosa) Lightcap
Thank you for the great times. See you on the other side. Aug.7 2000
From
Tammy Pieri
7/16/02
In Memory of Robert "Fess" Tumelty & Jay Bell
Two good men from Stockton, CA. lost their lives at the Laughlin River Run 2002. Most of the newspapers and television stations completely screwed up the facts of how these two men died. The only reasonably accurate account that I've read, came the from Las Vegas newspaper, which had direct access to the investigating agency responsible, namely the the Las Vegas PD. The TRUTH doesn't sell papers, and retractions and corrections were never made once the FACTS were finally presented. Fess and Jay were highly respected by all that knew them, and they are sorely missed by their brothers, family, and friends. This was evidenced by the biggest funeral that Stockton has ever seen, and most likely ever will. What a waste of life....R.I.P.
From
Daren "Quig" Quigel
6/19/02
In Memory of Caroline...
On Wednesday, February 27th,
2002, I lost my Baby, my Buddy my Sweetheart. We were together for 34 years. She
put up with all my crazy crap and loved me till I knew better. We laughed
together, cried together, rode together and loved each other. I miss her deeply.
She was honest, sincere and loving. She was only 54 when she died, and we had a
lot more roads to ride.
She's not gone; She's in my heart.
From
Vince
6/16/02
This is a tribute to Randy Stover
AKA Loner who was killed 6/02/02 while
trying to aide a stranded motorist. He was an original member of the
Combats Veterans Motorcycle Association. He was a Vietnam Veteran , with 5
purple hearts awarded to him. His love of the wind and his brothers was
felt by all who came to know him.
Ride on Bro,
From
Gunner CVMA VP
6/14/02
In Memory Of Lee "BIRDY" Riley
3/10/65 - 11/13/93
I laid my brother to rest today
He's played the game both, won and paid.
One of the wild breed
unable to tame,
Now none of our lives will be the same!
Birdy flew in and touch our hearts..
With the roars of Harleys he makes his depart.
Fly high my Brother and never slow down...
For what you have searched for can now be found!
I LOVE AND MISS YOU BIG BROTHER!!
SEE YOU AT THE CROSSROADS.
YOUR LIL BRO... TRYCYCLE
From
Shawn M. Riley
6/20/02
On 23 APR, the Viet Nam Vets M/C had lost a great Brother, and we especially in Alabama. B.J. Williams was one helluva person and will be sorely missed by all that knew him and those who hadn't have missed out. A Native American, and combat veteran, he suffered cancer from Agent Orange which slowly and painfully ended his life on Earth, but as spiritual a man as he was, I know that he is in a peaceful, comfortable place with no pain and riding the hell out of his customized '77 LowRider. B.J., we miss ya terribly Brother, you have done more for us than you even know, and for that along w/your friendship, love, and Brotherhood, you will NEVER be forgotten. Enjoy your current ride Bro., we'll see ya soon enuff...I know that the Spirits are REAL busy now!! So break them in right so it won't be too much of a shock when we ride again!!
From
LRB Ironhead VNV M/C Sgt at Arms,
S.E.R VFFV
5/1/02
This is a tribute to a good friend and riding bud who lost his life on 12/6/01, Dennis Burke of Andover Massachusetts. He went the way that I want to go, riding on a sunny afternoon. I met Dennis through a charity that he and his wife Terry had started in memory of their 3 year old daughter Alli ,who lost her life to brain cancer in 1999. The event called "Alli's Rally" drew about 1000 Boston area riders last year. Even though we had great times together, I always felt a little sad when I would glance at the plate on his Heritage that read "ALLI". To Dennis, that plate was never a sad reminder, but a comforting one. Now my good friend Dennis and his little Alli ride together, I take comfort in that. Ride forever Dennis and Alli.
From
Bobby Watkins
4/27/02
In Memory Of Lynn "Lydia" Weiss
I can't believe that it has been
a year since you have been gone. We all miss you! One thing that comforted us
all was that you rode with Dee-man on the Indian for your first season and your
last ride. You were so sick, but you made it on that "last ride" Nothing was
going to stop you. Every time I ride now, I think of you. I have never had a
"sister" like you and never will again.
I can see you now, riding a hog, face in the wind, laughing. I love you Lynn.
From
Sweet Pea
4/7/02
In Memory Of Steve "Turtle" White
Steve, you were the best uncle I could have asked for. I miss you...and you would be proud to know I carried on to be the next Harley rider in the family. The time we spent just me and you on your bike I still carry in my heart...thank you for being the man that shaped my future, the family member who cared enough to find time to make time just for me... You made me the woman I am today by caring enough to make me feel so special as a kid. You and I know that you were one in a million.
From
Dana Hawn
3/13/02
Karl "Big Daddy Rat" Smith died
Tuesday, March 4, 2002. He was the founder of the "Rat's Hole Chopper Show" and
local merchant for more than 30 years in Daytona Beach. He also took his famous
"Rats Hole Chopper Show" to Germany, Sweden, Holland, and Sturgis, S.D. Karl, 74
years old, had been experiencing poor health for the past two years and died
from a massive heart attack at the home of his daughter here in Daytona Beach.
I will miss Karl, I've known him for about 20 years, maybe more... seems like
forever. I created his first website and then taught him to write HTML so that
he could write his own web pages.
www.ratshole.com
He loved to work on his web pages as he did his "Ratty Rag" newspaper. He would
call me and we would talk for hours about his web work.
One of my favorite Karl stories that I will always remember:
One day I came home from work and my wife was mad as hell. She had come home
earlier and found some beer cans at our front door step. She assumed that some
homeless beer drinkers had sat on our doorstep and had a party, set down their
beer cans and stumbled away. I came home to this wild woman, mad at the thought
that homeless guys are now enjoying our front door. Invading our good
neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. Well, I go out to inspect the scene
of the crime and found 4 beer cans.... but they were "full" cans of beer. At
closer look, they were "full cans" of good German beer. I came back in the house
and called Karl and asked him if he had left the beer on my door step. "Yes"
said Karl, "I came by your house but you were not home, so I left the beer on
your step. I brought them to you from Germany." Every time he was on his way to
Essen Germany for a motorcycle show, I asked him to bring me back some German
beer. I told Karl the story about what my wife had thought and how mad she had
gotten. Karl would always remind me of that little incident and we would
laugh. My wife also now laughs at that story but she sure was mad at the time. I
never drank that beer, it's still in my refrigerator. I'm gonna get one out and
have a drink. This one's for you Karl. I'll miss you my friend.
From
Henry Jordan
Henry Jordan's Daytona Bike Week Report
3/6/02
In Memory of John H. Tompkins
Your so missed...
You're presence was a gift to the world
Unique and one of a kind
You said my life can be what I wanted it to be
Take it one day at time!
Count your blessings, not your troubles
And you'll make through what comes along
You had so many answers...
Understand...have courage...be strong.
Jeans of blue
Leather of black
Wind on his face
Her on his back..
Take time to wish on a star
And never forget all the smiles
You ride forever with me all the rest of my miles
Like the wind...
Miss You J.T.
From
Dawn~Yaki~Holland
2/27/02
This March 1, my Brother Chuck will be gone for 9 years. He met his fate one evening, along with the other biker that hit him in a head-on collision. This happened on Rt 40 coming out of Daytona. Two Harleys, Two lives lost. I still think of him, and miss him. He was the kind of biker that would give you the shirt off his back, and help anyone that needed it. There are still bikers out there that remember him, and his name still is on top of the list at Mike' Friendly Pub in Homosassa, Fl. We miss you.
From Bunny
2/24/02
We had just ridden back to
Commerce City, CO from Sturgis 2000.
In fact, the bikes still had all the gear on
as we all toasted another year at Sturgis.
The guy on the end right died last year around the end of may.
He will be missed
His name was Sam Marques.
From
Bob Scott "The Ogerman"
Another dedicated Damn Biker
1/16/02
To Colonel D. Thompson
I lost my bro and my best friend
on 7/7/01 due to lead poisoning via 9 mm
He was one hell of an airborne ranger;
the Drifter as he was known will be sadly missed,
till we ride again bro.
Love your bro Hawk****************************
From
Rick Thompson
1/24/01
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