It's nice when memories are triggered that make you smile instead of bawl. I found a snapshot of LeRoy today in his black motorcycle jacket and vest. His eyeglasses are covered with rain, as is the window on the passenger side where he is sitting.
Years ago, we were leading the Northern Hills tour during the Motorcycle Rally. Up near Deadwood we hit a huge hailstorm. LeRoy made me get in the pickup truck (that follows along to pick up broken-down bikes) and he took shelter under a big old pine tree. The lady driving the truck and I decided there was too much lightning for his plan to be safe, so we scrunched together and made room. She snapped the pic.
When the storm abated, we started for home and here was a guy who had put his foot down when he stopped his bike -- only the weeds were taller than he thought and he broke his ankle. The pickup driver and I stuck him in the truck and hurried on down to the Sturgis hospital. You should have seen the people in reception. "You have a guy with what? You brought him in a truck? He hasn't been seen by any medical personnel?" Nobody had cell phones during this period of time, and I still think we got him to medical help way quicker than any other plan. I know he was really appreciative and sent the lady driver a huge bouquet of roses after he got home to Michigan! Ah, memories.
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