445 hours to go...

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Now you know that it is 445 hours till your author pulls up at OIA in a limo and zips on, luggage free, to fly like an eagle, to GC? But it is only 307 hours till my sled and all the sleds will slide into their travelling home for the next week. Are your bags packed? Linda wants to practive packing...Its right now SUnday afternoon, 88 degrees outside, breezy and overcast, and i'm worn out. What a last week. Started out with the sad sad news of funeral ceremonies for one good man, Monk, of Dixie Biker fame. About 6 of us Schogs met at the shop at 9am Friday, and road peacefully and quietly up north on 415 to Taylor Rd. then north on Clyde Morris to Bell View, just behind the Speedway and airport to Lohmans. About 35 or so bikes in the parking lot already. Parked and walked over to the hearse.

There sat one lonely motorcycle. It was as if it knew that its main man Monk would never ride it again.










This was, sorry to say, my first funeral where the Patriot Guard attended to say goodbye to one of their own. I've know one of them, Marine Dave, proudly for a while now, but i let him do his duty and didn't bother him today.

Shadow and his Outcasts come to pay their respect.

Good bye ol Monk, you will never be forgotten and always missed.