Lester....my respects to an old biker..

Lester has been around..wore patches of clubs long forgotten, rode Harley's that would scare most of today's riders to death across the country..Got scares on his face and hands from a day your differences were settled in the parking lot..when all was said and done you shared a beer and it was over..A handshake had meaning..Life was an adventure..

I grew up with his youngest son..They buried Geno 25 years ago..We both still think about him from time to time today..My thrill  in youth was going to Lester's house to spend a Saturday night..when he was home we would sit in the backyard as he was guzzling beer and listen to road stories..Been awhile but still remember a few of the good ones..I still remember how he would laugh and smile as he told them..

Got to go sit in a clubhouse with him a couple of weeks back..Tex-Mex rock blasting..Brothers from miles around paying respects to a man who at 77 can still crank down some throttle and some beer..Didn't get much time to enjoy..He was the man of the night..shared brother hug and a smile..asked him if he had any new stories to tell after all these years..He laughed and told me come by on a Saturday night..You know I'm thinking that is gonna happen..

Thank you Lester for sharing you stories..for teaching the code..for the sons your raised who followed you..I share your losses..Geno and the Chief were true friends..true brothers..you my friend were an inspiration..teacher and a brother..still are today.. Ride free...