Cast Mallet

Cast could be a mallet

Today was a great Saturday. It was the “Memorial run for Richard Winan, The General.” You can look it up on Facebook under that name. Hubby rode in it with his friends, I drove behind the procession in the Buick; using my left hand because my right is a fiberglass cast mallet. I’m getting more and more confident with my left hand and today was no exception.

I F39F0A14-0B96-4705-9100-2228AFEC222Bput my picture of Dick and I dancing 25 years or more ago on the dash of the Buick. I know the location of the picture and can even guess the season by the leather jacket I’m wearing. I believe there was a live band that night. My hubby, who was my boyfriend at the time, took the picture. Dick was such a great guy! He was featured in the Thunder Roads magazine (a free biker magazine in Michigan) as described in this Hastings paper article.  A hero in my mind. Some years later, Dick would be at another function and invited to tell his story:

The bike

The bike is just as much a legend as the man, a package deal you might say. The two fit together like a hand and glove. Dick would ride his motorcycle through the Vermontville bar every year for the beginning of syrup festival I believe. Or maybe for his birthday. There was no shortage of women who wanted the honor of riding on back. The seat looks uninviting to me.

On the left is the bike at the start of the procession. It was trailered to the site then started and allowed to run for a while.  On the right is the bike at the destination with Dick’s children and famous coat. Behind his kids is a wall with everyone’s name engraved that has passed away belonging to the club or special public. Dicks name was already engraved in it.

The ride

I took many pictures of hubby and friends, on and off their bikes, it was a 52 mile ride; scenic and through rural areas; kids waving; people taking pictures and 29CBA023-41D0-4BC6-99B2-AC4155C046B9throwing the “horns”. Over 200 bikes strong, I imagine the thunder from their pipes could be heard coming and going from a mile away. I guesstimate that the procession was probably 4 or 5 miles long.

The weather cooperated in that there was no rain and the sun was shining through the overcast as best it could. People were friendly and happy.

My mallet cast kept me restricted just enough that I had to adjust the way I took pictures, ate, just about everything. But, I wasn’t the only gimped up person that attended. People road Harley’s with leg problems, foot problems, minor hand problems!

A great day and a beautiful celebration of an old friend…

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