I just got a phone call Gary and I heard you were gone. You were a good man and a loyal friend. We had a lot of good times. I will always remember those hot summer nights running with the devil on our Harley’s, our pipes setting off car alarms as we tore through the Armory. No one could ride like you, hanging wheelies in front of the Dinosaur, shifting with your heel. And what a great friend you were. I feared no man when you were standing next to me. I could never figure out how you could ride up next to me on my Fatboy, and turn off my gas without me seeing you. I remember us doing 125 in your Corvette Stingray, and then you joking that I left my handprints in the dashboard. No one could drive like you. You had a left jab like a freight train. You had a heart of gold and I looked up to you like a brother. We had a lot of laughs on Lafayette Road, and I loved your Mother and Father. Somehow the world just won’t be the same without you in it. On a hot July night, I’ll listen for your LowRider racing down a country road. “And Death shall have no Dominion. Though we sink through the sea, we shall rise again. We will have stars at elbow and foot.” Rest in Peace Gary, and God Bless you. -OutLaw
