I attended Buzzards funeral last Saturday. It was a good send-off with about 300 people and well over a hundred bikes. A few chaps from the British club, Myself and Jer's Big friend with the big Japanese cruiser who's name escapes me from ours. The group ride to Willow river was painfully slow and I brought my step sister-first passenger this year so it was tough keeping the chopper straight. Along with many others we stopped at the Willow river store for err.. lemonade. Soloed back to the hall. Service was good but space was limited. Then came the shenanigans. One fellow on a Harley decker did a big smoky burnout. Of course someone else had to try, unfortunately he started in the gravel parking lot. Not only did he spray my (and many others) bike with sand and gravel, he dumped it in front of everyone. Then went out on the road. His 112 inch Merch could not in fact light the tire on pavement. We decided to leave. On the way home I was passed by 2 cars and 3 bikes. That's when it hit me. Buzzard has a sticker on his shovel head that reads "if your over fifty and haven't grown up yet you don't have too" Turned 49 this summer- in the immortal words of Maxwell Smart "missed it by that much" CHEERS.
