With  a sad heart, I bid farewell to my favorite uncle. My Uncle Jake passed over to rider’s heaven this morning after a prolonged illness and disability.

Uncle Jake is the reason I ride. A very long time ago when I was almost 6, he came to visit us. After he arrived at our house on his Harley dresser, I begged and begged for a ride. Finally, my mother gave in and Uncle Jake introduced me to the seduction of motorcycling. Uncle Jake rode for pleasure and he was also a motor officer.  Of the many assignments over his police career, that was his favorite. Now that I ride I understand why.

Not long after Pearl came into my life, we rode over to visit Uncle Jake so he could see the fulfillment of that dream sparked so many years ago. Growing up, I told him frequently that someday I would get my own Harley and ride too. I’m not sure he really believed me. The look on his face when I pulled into their driveway that day is the way I will remember  him always. Physical disabilities ended his motorcycle riding many years ago, but somehow when I was there with Pearl, it was like our first ride…

Rest in peace Uncle Jake. I love you.