Lil story about my buddy Mike, who was taken from us suddenly 2 years ago today in a motorcycle accident: Wed all ridden down to Friends Creek campground in 11 for the Hunnert Car Pile Up being held in Decatur, IL. There were heads from all over the midwest: MI, OH, IN, MO, etc. We rode into the Pile Up late morning and back in the late afternoon. I was wearing my favorite hat at the time. It was given to me as a birthday gift in 2000. Id had it for over a decade and itd been thru a lot with me and travelled to many states with me. It blew off somewhere along Rt. 48 on the way back to the campground. I was bummed but figured oh well, I wasnt gonna stop our line of about 30 bikes for a fuggin hat, although I had an attachment to it. Which may sound stupid but ya know how us humans get attached to irrelevant things. Anyway, we roll back into our site and all park around our tents and such, getting situated to meet at the fire when Mike walks up to me grinning and says, Ya lose something?, my hat in his hand. Hell every time wed hung out Im sure I was wearing that hat. He was in the back of the pack so he doubled back scooped up the hat and regrouped. Im still not sure if he saw it fly off, or he just noticed it along side the road, but it is a fond memory...and I still have the busted ole hat. Wish we all still had him.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 23:13:12 +0000
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