love you. miss you. the world isnt the same with out you.
At 1:45 pm on 10/25/2013 RD cranked up his Harley for the last time. Hit the throttle hard and sped off into the cosmos. His heart was filled with a heavenly light, his soul was at peace. His spirit was laughing. He was grinning ear to ear and his eyes were We all love you man.
G.B.N.F. The GOON
Was cruising along listening to a road song as I turned off the Jersey Pike onto the Garden State.
Got a text beep and checked to see who was bothering me on a road trip and tempting fate.
It was a friend that I thought may be in need so I stopped and opened it up to read.
The words hit me like a hammer hard and fast, the man they call Goon was no longer with us as he had passed.
As the miles ticked by thoughts of this man flooded my head, We had not spoken for a couple of weeks and now he is dead.
I thought about the first time we had the chance of fate to meet.
I had walked into the bar looking for the handsome blue eyed devil he had described by phone.
I hear “ BC you ugly Fuck” and from the end of the bar see this giant flipping me the bone.
Walked up and said pot/kettle my friend and proceeded to shake his outstretched hand.
I could tell by his actions, this would be a test and decided not to let my mind rest.
As the bottles piled up and shots passed our lips the barbs got passed and rolled off sleeves.
Next thing I know it is two am and time for my ass to take leave.
Got up from the table the best my drunk ass would allow and said to all goodbye.
Goon got up from his seat, said “admit you been beat” and stuck out his huge hand to shake.
He looked down at my eyes and said with a smile, “ it is never good bye it is till I see you again”.
As these thoughts crossed my mind and the tear did ease a smile started to form on my lips.
This big giant man with one shake of his hand had touched my life in some way, even having buried brothers sometimes it seems every day.
But the big man, with one shake of his hand, had me as his friend it is strange to say.
I will miss you my friend and now and again will hold up a shot to stories of you.
Till I see you again, you will remain a dear friend and I will cherish my memories of you.
Died on his motorcycle doing what he loved. RIP Brother see at the Riders Roost in the sky.
The fallen brother is my son...Wear your helmit...If he'd been wearing one he'd still be here...
Nov 1961 -
May 7 2011
Didn't know u were gone till now (2 years after the fact)You were one of the funniest people I've ever known and even in my sorrow I'm grinning.Your with Karen again so I know your are both Happy so I guess all us schmucks left here should be ok till we meet on the other side and ride together again.Rightous Brutal Love Warpig
March 19, 1953 -
Dec 7th, 2010
TC- you know
Always a brother. AFFA. TC- you know
Happy 60th daddio
Glenda, this is Joker's daughter. I know your name as a trusted friend of my dad and saw your post. If you get this, can you post something back. There are questions I'd like to ask you. My dad was a wonderful man. Love you Daddy-O!
GBNF HUTCH. Started the MEN MC, refused HAMC, killed by VietNam tour. Loss is great.
Bandido Bud "like the beer"
#3. Bandido Bud is one of my younger blood brothers that became a Bandido. He came to live with me after divorcing in New Jersey. He had quite a rep for no one wanting to work for him because he was so hard and a tightrode when it came to money. Well let me tell you all that the day he became a Bandido be became a different man. Even he said it was the best thing that he had ever done. He had to leave the El Paso chapter and go the the Hill Country Boys because of work. I went just one month before he died to visit and he was so happy and keep telling me that the Hill Country was where his was so happy being with the Bandido's that he will never leave. He died the next month from an accident and his family could not understand why I would not send him back to NJ. As I told them he is where he was the happiest and I will not take him away from his Bandido Brothers that changed his life and made him so happy. So he is in Kerrville where he can see the Hills he love and always be with his Brothers. Lov you brother for ever. Sis
#2.This brother was a bandido you would think from the day he was born. I knew him threw my 2 blood brother that where both Bandido's. One will be #3. Bandido FatCat played Santa for the toy run for many years and keep being Santa for hundreds of kids after the run. He did not stop until Dec 26th no matter where they need him. He is missed by thousands of kids threw the years. Lov you bro Sis
Sept 12/1969 -
#1.I have 3 brothers I am posting. Bandido Lindy was the first to go in 2001. His family did not even know he was in a club until the day he died. He was a very special person and even after 11 years he is still missed. In his honor his family addopted all the club member as their family and honor him with a run every year in El Paso. Lindy you will always be one of my brother and I will never forget how you got me involved with the clubs. Lov you always up there riding with the BANDIDO's in the sky. Sis
January 31,1951 -
Steve even tho we never wore the patch together I always considered you a Brother for the 42 yrs we knew each other. You'll always be missed by the Mother Chapter of the GRIM REAPERS MC of Louisville, Ky and of all of the other Chapters, and by the MANY friends you made over the yrs. Condolences to your Family and to all the members of the GRMC. Sure do miss you old Friend. our presence will always be felt whenever anyone walks into the clubhouse. GANGRENE YOU WERE TRUELY A FOREVER MEMBER OF THE GRMC R.I.P.
Sadistic Wolf - Sadistics M.C. Oakland
You were the true Old School 1%er outlaw biker and one of the truest righteous men to ride on this earth. we will continue to keep...Standin Tall Thru it All...you are so very, very loved n missed more than humanly comphrehendable!!!! -*Your Longride