In Memory of

Those who ride free...

Carol Comstock - Here was a petite woman with a whole lot of determination.  During her teen years in the 50's she taught herself how to ride, and on a huge flathead at that.  Eventually she switched to BMW motorcycles, and rode for many years.  She was a Motor Maid as well as belonging to other clubs.   It was due in part to this woman that I learned to ride.  I give thanks every day that we put differences behind us and became friends near the end.  She was an independent woman who overcame many personal struggles.  Her memory will live with me forever.  Ride Free Mom.

Kathi Beck - While Kathi wasn't a biker, she loved riding on the back of my bike.  Here was a true free soul, a person that walked her own walk..   She had a profound impact on my life in the very brief time I knew her.  Kathi was a brave woman that died fighting forest fires on Storm King Mountain in Colorado on 6 July, 1994.  She was one of 16 Heroes that died that day.  Kathi, you will always live in my heart.  Climb free.

Bobby Collins - I never had the chance to get to know Bobby as well as I would have liked.  He died less than a year after I met him.  When Bobby was nearby he wouldn't let you sit around upset.  He could get anybody smiling.  A true biker at heart and the life of any club meeting.  I am proud to have known him.

Ed Milsap - The man could tell the wildest BS stories you ever heard, but he had a true heart of gold.  Biker, Santa Claus to kids, mentor for disadvantaged children, Vietnam veteren.  Ed was the builder of the '75 FX1200 on my picture page.  You lived free and you died free.

Bill Stafford - While I only knew Bill when I was an ankle biter running around my parents shop, he was still a family friend and life-long motorcyle rider.  Bill was tragically killed in June 2005 while riding his beautiful BMW sidecar.  On behalf of my father, myself, and our motorcycle family, God Bless You Bill.

Keith Pinkstaff - Killed while riding his bike near Vernonia, Oregon on 24 Sept 2005.  He was 49.  Keith was 1995 National Superbike Champion.  In the early days of his career he was sponsored by my fathers motorcycle shop.  Another man that I never got to know as well as I'd have liked, I was still always impressed by his friendly nature, quick smile and good energy.  He was one of those guys people didn't have bad things to say about.  The motorcycle world lost a great man that day.

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