Hey, those are the port homes I sell... Strange coincidence. I saw the article but the HD owner's last wish last night on Facebook.
French Bikers said
09:33 AM Feb 4, 2014
I've seen several similar stories like this man but first plexi glass casket wow....... RV is a freedom life style but when you ride a motorcycle it is priceless. I'm so anxious to FT in 2015 because I'll be able to do both, some people say that I'm out of my mind but beleive me this will be a thrill of a lifetime and I don't intend to wait my 83rd birthday. We all have the same end in my case my next step will be to joined the RV community and one day I will meet this man somewhere.
When you are a fanatic of motorcycle way of thinking is you live to ride, in his case I would add "Live to Ride and Die with your Ride"
Jean
Lucky Mike said
12:15 PM Feb 4, 2014
This Gives a whole new meaning to "Port Home" !!!!!! I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
Mark V said
10:49 AM Feb 5, 2014
Lucky Mike wrote:
I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
Lucky Mike said
11:49 AM Feb 5, 2014
Mark V wrote:
Lucky Mike wrote:
I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
yup.......all those fumes might kill him!!!!!......
Mark V said
11:52 AM Feb 5, 2014
Lucky Mike wrote:
I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
yup.......all those fumes might kill him!!!!!......
His biggest fear should be that the exhaust note from the Harley might wake his neighbors. Nothing more dangerous than ticked off Zombie Bikers.
Lucky Mike said
11:58 AM Feb 5, 2014
Mark V wrote:
Lucky Mike wrote:
I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
yup.......all those fumes might kill him!!!!!......
His biggest fear should be that the exhaust note from the Harley might wake his neighbors. Nothing more dangerous than ticked off Zombie Bikers.
Gives a whole new meaning to "Hell's Angels".......
Mark V said
12:55 PM Feb 5, 2014
I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
yup.......all those fumes might kill him!!!!!......
His biggest fear should be that the exhaust note from the Harley might wake his neighbors. Nothing more dangerous than ticked off Zombie Bikers.
Gives a whole new meaning to "Hell's Angels".......
You see ... to me, an RV "Afterlife" would involve being cremated and cast to the four winds, or maybe placed in the ashtray of a motor home. A cemetery plot is too much like a sticks and bricks residence for my tastes.
Back in the mid '70's my best friend's father passed away. He was a retired Yellow Cab driver in Chicago. Rick (his son) had him cremated, and a few months later we hailed a Yellow Cab, and told the driver to take the Kennedy Expressway out to Ohare, which was one of his father's favorite routes. We stuffed a few chunks of has dad between the rear seat cushions, and scattered the rest of his ashes along I-94 to the airport. His dad must have spent many more years tooling around in that taxi before they took it out of service.
-- Edited by Mark V on Wednesday 5th of February 2014 02:39:18 PM
Terry and Jo said
07:57 PM Feb 5, 2014
It was a few years back, but Jo and I and our youngest son, Eric, took a drive across the Cordova Pass road in Colorado. We got out at one stop and walked a trail up to a favored ridge where we could look out over the Spoon Valley where Cuchara, Colorado is located. Looking down at one point, I noticed some Rose petals lying on the ground. There must have been about 20 or so of them. It was odd to me because there are no Roses anywhere near that area near West Spanish Peak.
As we walked back out, I stopped to write our names in the book that is there for folks that walk that trail. The book normally asks for names, where one's home is located, and the reason for the visit. About 4 names above ours in the book was one with the notation, "Spreading my wife's ashes."
http://www.myfoxorlando.com/story/24613977/man-buried-with-his-harley-davidson-motorcycle
Buried with his Harley.
-- Edited by TRAILERKING on Monday 3rd of February 2014 12:45:12 PM
That's strange.....When click the link it takes me to a RV Port Home. Why would that be?
Try this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGqo47eDj_k
So was he.
When you are a fanatic of motorcycle way of thinking is you live to ride, in his case I would add "Live to Ride and Die with your Ride"
Jean
This Gives a whole new meaning to "Port Home" !!!!!! I hope they put oil pads down in the vault , That harley is gonna leak!.....loose chain and an S&S Super Carb that wont stay put!!!!!
They should have vented the air intake and the exhaust to the surface so he could fire it up once in awhile.
yup.......all those fumes might kill him!!!!!......
His biggest fear should be that the exhaust note from the Harley might wake his neighbors. Nothing more dangerous than ticked off Zombie Bikers.
Gives a whole new meaning to "Hell's Angels".......
You see ... to me, an RV "Afterlife" would involve being cremated and cast to the four winds, or maybe placed in the ashtray of a motor home. A cemetery plot is too much like a sticks and bricks residence for my tastes.
Back in the mid '70's my best friend's father passed away. He was a retired Yellow Cab driver in Chicago. Rick (his son) had him cremated, and a few months later we hailed a Yellow Cab, and told the driver to take the Kennedy Expressway out to Ohare, which was one of his father's favorite routes. We stuffed a few chunks of has dad between the rear seat cushions, and scattered the rest of his ashes along I-94 to the airport. His dad must have spent many more years tooling around in that taxi before they took it out of service.
-- Edited by Mark V on Wednesday 5th of February 2014 02:39:18 PM
It was a few years back, but Jo and I and our youngest son, Eric, took a drive across the Cordova Pass road in Colorado. We got out at one stop and walked a trail up to a favored ridge where we could look out over the Spoon Valley where Cuchara, Colorado is located. Looking down at one point, I noticed some Rose petals lying on the ground. There must have been about 20 or so of them. It was odd to me because there are no Roses anywhere near that area near West Spanish Peak.
As we walked back out, I stopped to write our names in the book that is there for folks that walk that trail. The book normally asks for names, where one's home is located, and the reason for the visit. About 4 names above ours in the book was one with the notation, "Spreading my wife's ashes."
Terry