Dedicated to those who have fallen and those who remain and remember.
If you look closely at our vests, you will most likely see an assortment of patches and pins. Some of these patches signify great rides or celebrated events, others depict personal attitudes or positions, and some are illustrating noteworthy causes. There is also another patch customarily worn, a tradition among bikers - the "In Memory Of" patch.
When we lose a member of our family, a patch is created and placed upon our vests to perpetuate the memory of a lost friend, and to allow them to ride forevermore in the wind on the Colors of their brothers and sisters. It is a living memorial to our friends, our comrades, our family members.
Listed below are members of our extended family who have passed before us. Some we knew all too well, others we only briefly knew, and some, we never had the chance to embrace. Each played a significant role within our extended family and is dearly missed.
Papa San
Katman
Jinx
Bear
Tiny
Spook
Redial
Dice
Gambler
Peter de Gaston Levis once said, "To judge the real importance of an individual, we should think of the effect his death would produce." The men and women listed above had a tremendous impact and effect upon those that remain and they shall never be forgotten. We guard their memory, and....
...We Remember.
Photo by Trouble-2
Fat Jack
Tom T
Pete
Heyload
Wordsmith
D
Trapper
Geezer
Psyco
JR
Hammer
Chaos
Kent
Roadrunner
Diver
Diver's Interment
He, who hath no stomach for this fight, let him depart. Give him money to speed his departure, since we wish not to die in that man’s company. Whoever lives past today and comes home safely will rouse himself every year on this day, show his neighbor his scars, and tell embellished stories of all their great feats of battle. These stories he will teach his son and from this day until the end of the world we shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for whoever has shed his blood with me shall be my brother. And those men afraid to go will think themselves lesser men as they hear of how we fought and died together.
William Shakespeare
Henry V; Act IV, Scene 3
(Modern Revision)