Title says it. Joe was one of two people that I kept in contact with after high school. He crashed his motorcycle and was thrown into a telephone pole yesterday morning.

The last time I saw him was about a month ago, I needed help getting a tire on a scooter rim and took it over to his shop. Long story short, we spent about 30 minutes trying everything we could think of to get the bead to seat, and nothing was working. Wound up holding a lighter while Joe sprayed ether with one hand and held a beer in the other. Hysterical laughing, motorcycle parts, fireballs/explosions and beer... The greatest last memory I believe I could ask for.

I miss you Joe.

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Rip Joe.

 

Enjoy the good memories, not the end.
The first time a death really touched me was when my good Buddy passed away from cancer.
We were friends for 45 years...

 

Sorry to hear about your friend. May he live on in your blessed memories.