John Linscott AKA "Hollywood" 1954-2013
Our Fallen Brothers



My Last Ride My hands are clenched around chrome bars the engine's rumble sounds so sweet. I twist the throttle with my palm and roar off down the street. The slapping of my leathers and raging winds on either side, drum a beat of sweet contentment as I ride last ride. Alone on my tin pony, to the heavens I've been called, but fret not my dear loved ones, I’m not lonely here at all. The speedometer is just a blur as tears blow from my eyes, the bike and I roll forward off into the calling skies. I hope I touched your lives one day, and left a treasured mark, now I’ll ride on to FOREVER, with your memory in my heart. Written by Frank

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