old times

a lot of my close homies know I lost one of my best friends in a wreck about five years ago or so now. It was one of the biggest impacts on my life. I was at a funeral on Saturday for another friend and I started to think about my homie Greg's funeral..we spent time together in Vermont and then he lived with me out in PHX while he was going to MMI. After he graduated he moved back to Quincy Mass and it wasn't long after till he got in a wreck on his bike and that was that. Lights out.

I stopped riding after that. For a couple years I couldn't even fuckin look at my triumph and I just was over it....I resented motorcycles and hated the fact all my friends kept riding. After a few years I realized it had nothing to do with motorcycles...so I got back on and I've been riding ever since.....I know he'd want me to keep riding. He'd be proud of my club and what we're doing. So I guess every time the motor turns a part of it is for him.

Weird today I was cleaning and came across a disk. When Greg died I had nothing to remember him by. Except this one disk full of photos from 2005 that I just found again today. He gave me the disk right before he moved back east..I'm so fuckin happy he did.

The anniversary of his death just passed and I miss him like the day I found out he passed....real stoked I found over 40 long lost photos...here's a couple from 05'...