Here is the Poem Tom read.
January 10, 1944 - October 5, 2010
My hands are clenched around chrome bars.
The engine's rumble sounds so sweet.
I twist the throttle with my palm.
The world slips by beneath my feet.
The slapping of my leathers
and raging winds on either side,
drum a beat of sweet contentment
as I ride this....my 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 landscape is now just a blur
as tears stream from my eyes.
My bike and I leap forward,
off into the calling skies.
I hope I touched your lives one day
and left a treasured mark.
Now I ride onto FOREVER,
with your memory in my heart. "