Sad news came from WNY this week. A close friend and riding buddy passed on to the great dice run in the sky. A special service will be held on Saturday at the first Baptist Church. His bike, dressed with a black ribbon, will be displayed outside the church. If you rode with Shipley, you are to show up with your scooter for one final ride, in honor of a great dude.
I guess years of abuse to his body, all in the name of good times and friends finally caught up with him. Even though he never appeared weak or tired or frail, on the contrary he came across, as if you deserved it, he would kick your ass just to polish his boot buckle. They told me he had a heart attack, and all the kings men at Millard Fillmore couldn't bring him back again. Strange... Huh?
This past summer Donny lost his wife Sondra. I was there when he came home from the hospital and gave me the bad news. On the outside we all agreed we would go on without her, "She would want us to..." I couldn't help to think to myself... How will Donny do with out his lady? He was very sad, very empty, his heart was hurt.
Can someone die of a broken heart?
Don taught me all there is to know about being a biker. He was hard core to the bone. Tattoos, sideburns, black pick-up, and a hot woman on the back. I shared the road with him for at least 10,000 miles. Three things I learned from riding with him; I always ate good, I always laughed out loud (a lot) and I always felt I was with a loyal friend.
I saw him for the last time back in July. It looked like he was going to be OK. Happy, and riding with his band of bikers.
I miss Shipley. I miss him a lot. My bff
I guess years of abuse to his body, all in the name of good times and friends finally caught up with him. Even though he never appeared weak or tired or frail, on the contrary he came across, as if you deserved it, he would kick your ass just to polish his boot buckle. They told me he had a heart attack, and all the kings men at Millard Fillmore couldn't bring him back again. Strange... Huh?
This past summer Donny lost his wife Sondra. I was there when he came home from the hospital and gave me the bad news. On the outside we all agreed we would go on without her, "She would want us to..." I couldn't help to think to myself... How will Donny do with out his lady? He was very sad, very empty, his heart was hurt.
Can someone die of a broken heart?
Don taught me all there is to know about being a biker. He was hard core to the bone. Tattoos, sideburns, black pick-up, and a hot woman on the back. I shared the road with him for at least 10,000 miles. Three things I learned from riding with him; I always ate good, I always laughed out loud (a lot) and I always felt I was with a loyal friend.
I saw him for the last time back in July. It looked like he was going to be OK. Happy, and riding with his band of bikers.
I miss Shipley. I miss him a lot. My bff
4 comments:
Sad thing about your buddy...
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Sorry to hear the sad news. Shipley now rides the finest machine on roads paved with chrome never needing to refuel or pee.
Amen Jed... Amen
Sad news...I remember him well...
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