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In Memory of my son, Cory Schneider.
October 24, 1966
May 11, 1984
Thanks to brother Chipmunk for putting his image into a piece of artwork that will always remind me of how special my son was.
IF YOU HAVE A BROTHER OR BIKER FAMILY MEMER THAT HAS GONE TO THE HEAVENS. LET ME KNOW. WE'LL ADD THEIR LINK OR BRIEF MEMORIAL ON THIS PAGE.
CORY SCHNEIDER
( OCT 24-1966 - MAY 11-1984 ) YOUR MY HEART AND SOUL
Your life on earth was short
God had bigger plans for you
He needs you to guard the Heavens
I'm your Angel clad in black
Always having your back
A lifetime filled with memories
You've given Me to last in life
Until Were rejoined once again
I know You have my back from above
RONN SELF aka 10%er AUSTIN HOG (Dec 14-1948 - June 18-2002) - RIP My Brother I haven't forgotten You or the "Diamond"......You'll live in my heart forever...... SWEET DREAMS BROTHER
Bill Foster aka Brazil Bill aka Rigid
(AUG 6-1949 - APRIL 9-2003)
RIP My Brother The hurt is fresh, the tears overflow.
So now where do we go? We remeber the times that were
spent laughing and raising hell.
Our hearfelt sorrows have been expressed.
So now where do we go? Go celebrate Rigid, celebrate his life.
We know he's upabove rapping those straight pipes and tearing up the road.
So where do we go.......out to the garage throw your leg
over the saddle...rap up those pipes...
and let the wind hit you in the face.
Go for a ride and celebrate Rigid.....you might even find him by your side.
RIDE FREE. SWEET DREAMS BROTHER
Mike Looker AKA DOG
(JAN 15-1963-APRIL 25-2003)
The wind whispers of others,A heritage of brothers.
Carved of legacy, Destined to be free.Of those like him,
long since passed.Wayward souls in shadows cast.
Silent specters, which guide his way.Through towns named Anywhere, USA
For he rides a road less traveled, On thunder, steel and chrome.
No ties, no suits, no family roots The Heaven's are his home.
Now he is truly free. Until we ride togather once again Brother
Vaya con Dios.
Michael Mitchell (AKA HALF PINT)
(January 3, 1958 - February 4, 2003)
“ROAD CAPTAIN”
This man called Half-Pint
I met him a few years ago
He looked me over-shook my hand
And a friendship began to grow
He was not a man of great stature
He was kinda lean, lanky and sort of small
But I looked at him good
And I could tell this man stands mighty tall
He said he’d ridden some wrong roads
Said he’d been that kind of guy
Said he wanted to change his life
The one he’d lived before was nothing but a lie
He said he was trying to find
Just the right kind of men
Someone with peace, joy and kind
Someone set free of heartaches sorrow and sin
They formed a new group, And all began to ride
He flew John 3:16 colors, And he flew them with pride
He rode the back roads both good weather and bad
Half-Pint was one of the best friends this old biker ever had
Now Half-Pint is gone for a while
He said good-bye the other night
He heard Someone call his name
So he just rode on out of sight
By: W. E. Owens
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