Our friend Gerry got his new trike today just a few hours before God called him home.
When Steve and I rode over to see him last Friday he was exited to be getting the trike today. He told me then that he didn't think he would have the strength to ride it, but was going to try.
Today, I rode it up to his house and into his garage as loudly as I could. I know he could hear it even though he couldn't see it. Gerry passed peacefully a few hours later with a house full of his family and friends.
Later this afternoon, his wife Dawn put on Gerry's biker jacket and ask if I would take her for a ride on the new trike. We BLASTED down the road for a few minutes and for a brief moment in time I think she felt at peace.
Gerry is the one who got all of us Georgia boys hooked on V8 Choppers. You will be missed my friend.
God Bless Gerry, Dawn and all of his family.