and friends. Rest in Peace Frank
I was at this little hometown event and got to chat'n it up with a gal that was on the run. We talked about a little bit of this and a little bit of that until all of the sudden she says she's got a rigid stroker shovelhead with a "jockey stick" as she put it. I about choked on my whiskey and asked where it was at and how she acquired it. She starts telling me a little story about an uncle that was into chop'n bikes back in the day. She went on to tell the story of how he lost his life in Sturgis a few years back after being stabbed in the neck. Her story started ringing bells. My friend's Warren, Stacy, Ryan and DL had the same story of a good friend they had to witness pass away the same way in Sturgis at about the same time. She said no it couldn't be the same guy then went on to tell me she has his Shovel. Anyway we got drunk and slept under the stars in a pile of straw next to my bike. It was one to remember. Turns out it was the same guy. It's funny how the world can seem so small at times.
Annie sent me this picture a while back. Thanks Annie