Lil story about my buddy Mike...

We'd all ridden down to Friends Creek campground in '11 for the Hunnert Car Pile Up being held in Decatur, IL. There were heads from all over the midwest: MI, OH, IN, MO, etc. We rode into the Pile Up late morning and back in the afternoon. I was wearing my favorite hat at the time. It was given to me as a birthday gift in 2000. I'd had it for over a decade and it'd been thru a lot with me and travelled to many states with me. It blew off somewhere along Rt. 48 on the way back to the campground. I was bummed but figured "oh well", I wasn't gonna stop our line of about 30 bikes for a fuggin' hat, although I had an attachment to it. It may sound stupid but ya know how us humans get attached to irrelevant things. Anyway, we roll back into our site and all park around our tents and such, getting situated to meet at the fire when Mike walks up to me grinning and says, "Ya lose something?", my hat in his hand. Hell every time we'd hung out I'm sure I was wearing that hat. He was in the back of the pack so he doubled back scooped up the hat and regrouped. I'm still not sure if he saw it fly, or he just noticed it along side the road, but it is a fond memory...and I still have the hat. Wish we all still had him.

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"Time is a Devil in great disguise"
- Leon Bryan Pretorius