The Wednesday Night Riders had 23 people attend Tom's funeral on Saturday. Eleven bikes along with our "support vehicle" escorted the funeral procession from the church to the cemetery. This is a fine tribute to Tom and I'm sure Nancy and the rest of his family appreciated it.
We all are really going to miss Tom and that big grin he always had when he was riding with us. I know right now he's in heaven riding a stretch of road with lots of curves, a few hills, and no potholes and grinning ear to ear. Tom, someday we are all going to join you there, so keep Wednesday nights open.
While Tom and the guys were on the Black Hills trip a couple of years ago, we stopped by a rest stop that had some paintings done by Native Americans who lived in the area. One of the paintings had the following verses listed below it. I'd like to share those with everyone now. The verses were entitled "The Road Home".
Those of us who ride have our stories. Each time we ride we know both the risks and the joys of the journey.
We've all lost love ones who didn't make it back on their last ride out.
They've taken the road home, made it through the pass into the Spirit World.
No matter what we've been through or where we are on the road, we are at ease--with each other, with the natural world, and with ourselves.
We are all related. As relatives, we strive to keep to the good road. And look out for each other.
God Bless
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