To my friend chris, the story goes,
chilling with my brother bob cruising around he said he met this really cool guy at the harley dealership and we went by your house, bob knocked on the door and there was no answer but a big loud bark and up to the window was tank, I thought to myself holy crap big dog, tank turned out to be an amazing dog..
so onto a bike ride, met up with a group to go to sleepy hollow and Webster bike swap meet, chris pulled up with a friend John and he had dropped his bike in loose gravel so the story went, lol I know the truth brother, showing off, anyways hungout all day and you took what was left to the neon cowboy and for some reason all day I followed you on the bike and seemed to have always been just in front of me ever since..
now the years past and our friendship grew you and I stuck it out into our great friendship, your wife probably hated me sometimes but you never turned me or my family away even when we needed a place to stay and you and Nancy excepted all four of us into your home.
I loved just being there helping you work on cars and bikes I hated working on the driveway but it needed to get done and painting your house forget about it was a chore...
Most of all I will miss the quite times just chilling out back talking our stories and listening to music, car shows and coffe, breakfast outside at stars on sundays..
You will live in all of us forever.
Love you brother. .