northwallridersassociation

In Memory

of

FALLEN BROTHERS

"Live to ride, ride to live", we speak these words with pride,
The open road is calling and we cannot resist the ride.
We're all aware of the peril that may be waiting over the next hill,
But that's the risk we're willing to take, so ride we will.
Only a biker can understand the kind of feeling it can be,
To have the wind in your face, to ride, to just be free.
But now tragedy has struck and we have lost someone that's dear,
Still the memories we will cherish and will always have them near.
Yes, we will mourn our loss and tears we will shed,
And think of all the words that we wish we had said.
We will often ask ourselves and wonder for many a day,
Why this wonderful person had to die in such a tragic way.
Now only time can heal the pain that we feel,
But forever in our hearts, he will remain with us still.
And just remember as these agonizing times pass by,
We will see him again in that Harley Heaven in the sky.

DAVID ANDRE BOUILLON
April 26 1978 - July 11 2003

DAVID C. WASHBROOK
"Digger Dave"
July 11 1947 - November 19 2005
"Riding On His Final Run"

BIG AL ROSS
Jan. 6th 1951 - Feb. 8th 2006
"Gone but not Forgotten"

JEREMY E. THOMPSON
1975-2006

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the Hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers, donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their names written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you didn't see me, I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me, because I died that day you cut me off.

I was Just a Biker, a person with a family and friends.

(Author unknown)

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