In Memory
Cory Aragon

Cory passed February 24, 2008 at the age 23. Cory was a gentle caring young man. He was a hard worker who gave of himself freely. He enjoyed writing and playing music as well as being with friends and family. He was actively involved in various organizations promoting motorcycle rights. He will be remembered as a wonderful son, brother, uncle and friend. 

Cory served on the NMMRO board for just a few months but he made a positive difference in the work that we do and he touched our lives. 

I know your life on earth was troubled
Only you could know the pain
You weren’t afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain
 So go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin’
Love for the father and the son 
Oh how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels’ faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing 
So go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin’
Love for the father and the son 
Never Forget

Miguel Angel Maldonado

7-29-1980 - 12-20, 2009 
President of Legally Insane MC

Can you feel the wind in Heaven
Can you hear us call your name 
When we gather in our group.
Can you hear the sound of silence
When we look where you once stood.
Can you feel our broken hearts
When we had to say goodbye.
You know we would rather have you here.
We know you are in heaven
Where will meet again.
Mikey we hope you feel the wind in heaven. 
   Gary (Candyman) Hepler 

Vice President of the Shadow Riders Motorcycle Club, 
    member of NNMRO, COC and the U.S. Defenders 
  passed away February 20,2011. He served in the 
  United States Marine Corps from 1964 to 1970 
   and received the National Defense Medal, 
Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal 
and Good Conduct Medal. He was a very devoted man 
       to his charity work in Valencia County. 
    Each night we sit and listen 
  for that distant rumbling roar 
  as the dog went to the window 
  when you rode up to the our door 
as you stood there in the shadows 
    with your colors wet with rain 
to once more see you smile again 
  would surely take away this pain 
  but the garage now stands empty 
 just and oil pool stains the floor 
  no more the parties on the lawn 
      nor beer cans by the door
      no music laughter all is gone
     Yet still those friends remain
they ride by now but seldom call
    they know not what to say
   to once more ride beside you
       would be dream come
     to our brother Candyman
      we will never forget you

Kevin Eugene Nichols, (Bandido Sinner)
At age 31, died as a result of a motorcycle accident on Sunday, June 5, 2011. He was a man with many passions and talents. His natural ability as an artist varied from painting southwest scenes to tattooing, and garment designing. He enjoyed traveling, which was compatible with his career as a heavy transport operator. His other passion was motorcycles. He was an active member of the Bandido Motorcycle Club, The New Mexico Motorcycle Rights Organization, and The Confederation of Clubs. He was well liked and respected by all. His presence in our lives, meetings and events will be greatly missed. He was always willing to lending a helping hand. He was a caring man devoted to his loving mother, children, girlfriend, MC brothers and friends. Sinner you will forever live in our hearts and in our memories. Rest in Peace Bandido Sinner.  

Sinner you are gone, but will never be forgotten. You are in the forever chapter now looking upon us! See you soon brother.

From your brothers with LOVE in West Albuquerque

The following poem was read as a tribute to Bandido Sinner by his friend Black Beret Pancho at his Eulogy: 

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush. 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die.

David Norman “Lanky Dave” Berry Feb. 14, 1948 - Dec. 23, 2003

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for dear brothers and sisters who have gone before me have safeguarded and paved the way.”
The New Mexico motorcycling community was shocked and saddened by the death of Dave Berry on December 23, 2003. Dave was known for his "Route 66, Your Unauthorized Harley Dealership" in Edgewood, Moriarty, and Albuquerque. He was a tireless advocate for motorcyclists' rights through his work as a board member for the New Mexico Motorcycle Rights Organization, as State Deputy Coordinator for ABATE of New Mexico, and with First Mountain ABATE.

Dave was known to virtually the entire motorcycling community in New Mexico, and will be keenly missed.

Reverend "Mad Jack" O. Kaplan  

Mad Jack was a member of ABATE of New Mexico and a was very vocal about motorcyclists rights. 

What tired old hands placed you there long ago?
How many tales of the road do you know?
Old scooter you've aged brittle and hard,
Your tires are worn, your chrome is scarred.
You were owned by some hard fisted biker no doubt,
Who is now old and leathery and, like you worn out.
Who when riding through rainstorms to head to the coast,
At times trailed the pack, and ate dust like a roast.
Your paint is all scarred and burned from the sun,
How many ol' ladys have you made pack up and run?
Did you witness the courage of stouthearted men,
Who faced into the wind, as they say they did then?
Those worn old chaps lying there by your side,
Could they tell of the rides, restless and wide?
Were those conchos once shiny, now covered with rust?
Were those patches once new, now covered with dust?
Did the legs those chaps covered once stride through doors,
And mingle with honeys on old dance hall floors?
Did those legs that they covered, love a sweet laughing maid,
Were those chaps hung over your seat, as they danced and played?
Can you smell the hard liquor, remember the fights,
Brothers playing poker, far into the night?
Old scooter now sits, in that old wooden shed,
Spokes and rims rusty, and with the leathers of the dead.
You've known men of courage, and foolhardy deeds,
Who fought with their fists, road big iron steeds.
The end of the trail must come to the best,
but you served many your purpose,
Now you may rest.
R. M. J. 85'

Larry "Lone Wolf" August January 1960 to April 2008

Larry August served as secretary of the NMMRO board for several years. Larry is remembered for his free spirit, playing his guitar at ABATE campouts and his sincere love of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. 

My last moments of breath
Summer is hot, and I finally fear death
Fall becomes warm, and there is hope
Winter is never cold
If you believe in your ability to cope
Spring delivers new life, a reason to live
So, another year is upon me, and we rise and give
Give to our neighbors, to the people we love
The people we love become everyone and everybody
So we dream, so we live, so we are somebody
We are the seasons; we are the day and night
So the sun rises and falls, and the moon shines
Sometimes not in sight
Beware, it is there
So are we
So we see
So we are
This is me

(a poem by Larry August)
Never Forget

Robert Brito

Like one of the seasons, so was your life. Just like the winter, went through our lives, and as the year cycles, you had to go into another phase. This stage the creator never wanted to end, and so finished your beautiful life. You filled us all with your joy and you did it for nothing, you always put others first and so sacrificed your life. So it was like you wanted, because you were concerned about the welfare of others. Your life always in danger but that never troubled you. So you lived your life with the throttle accelerated on your bike as you did not know otherwise. These motorcycles that you were fascinating with, their seats are now empty, and there is no one left in this life with pants your size to run them as you did. I know you are there in the sky riding another bike, a bike that will never fail, because it was God himself who has tuned you

Jose Sepulveda
R.I.P. Sinner
Pearl Aragon Peralta
Passed away August 2011

I wonder what was going through your mind 

at the moment that you knew,
I bet you were thinking  
God please no, I still have so much to do.
Yet, you lifted your hands to the Lord
as your spirit flew away.  
Youleft us too early
By no fault of your own.
You understood the life of a biker,
the uncertainty of the unknown.
Now your road stretches forward 

on heavens glorious ride.   
And when you roll out
to take off for that ride.
I will be there beside you 

for, I never left  
my spirit is always ride by your side. 
To my husband Davin, my family and friends, 

Remember our life while I was here with you.
Do not dwell on this tragedy, 

keep the good memories of me in your mind.  
 The tears in ours eyes we can wipe away,
but the ache in our heart will always stay,  
The sea hath its pearls, 
we had the rarest of them all, 
Now our string of pearls is cut 
and we have to  say Goodbye  
by Annette Torrez

Black Beret Pat Brummel  

Brother Brummel
You are gone but not forgotten.
We will look for your face in the crowd
But, now you won't be there.
We will hear the roar of an engine next to us, 

and turn to look for your nod of approval that all is okay
But, now you will not be there..
 Every once in a while,
we will hear your voice  saying,
Even though I am gone,
I will always be with you
and thank you that you have 

not forgotten. 
By Annette Torrez

Tal como una de las estaciones del ano asi se asemeja tu vida. Igual como si fuera en invierno, pasaste Por nuestras vidas, y tal como ese ciclo del ano, tuviste que pasar hacia otra fase en la vida. Esa fase que el creador nunca deseo que terminara, asi termino tu linda vida. Nos llenaste a todos con tu alegria y lo hicistes a cambio de nada, siempre pusiste a los demas primero y asi sacrificastes tu vida. Asi fue como tu lo deseaste, pues te preocupaba el bienestar de Los demas. Tu vida siempre corria peligro pero eso a ti no te preocupaba. Asi viviste tu vida con el accelerador bien accelerado, asi como corrias en tus motos pues no conocias otra forma. Esas motocicletas que a ti tanto te facinaron hoy se encuentran sus cillas vacias y no existe nadie en esta vida con el tamano de tus pantalones de correrlas como tu lo hacias. Yo se que tambien alla en el cielo sigues corriendo en otra moto, esa moto que nunca te volvera a fallar pues Dios mismo fue Quien te la ha afinado. 
Jonathan Yazzie, age 30

 Jonathan of Church Rock, New Mexico passed away in December 2012, was on his way home about 3 p.m. after participating in the Red Rock Balloon Rally parade. He was in the area of U.S. Highway 66 near the 26-mile exit for Interstate 40 when he hit a pickup driven by Larrison Charlie, 31.  According to the Gallup police report, Charlie's vehicle entered Yazzie's lane causing his motorcycle to hit the pickup. Another motorcyclist who was behind Yazzie, Sherwin Silago, 24, of Gallup was injured when flying debris from Yazzie's motorcycle hit him in the head. Police said that Charlie attempted to flee the scene before police arrived but was prevented from doing so by witnesses to the accident, who forced him to the ground until police arrived. 
Our condolences to his family and friends. RIP Jonathan

MARTINEZ, JAMES (Nasty) age 56

A member of our motorcycle community and a resident of Rio Rancho New Mexico passed away due to illness. He was born August 30, 1956 in Leadville, CO, passed away on December 25, 2012. James supported most of the motorcycle toy runs and events. Condolences to his family and friends.   

James was a quiet man with powerful words. He told me several times that sometimes people just need someone to listen to them and to validate that their feelings are real. There was usually a lesson to be learned from conversations with him. James had been clean and sober for over fifteen years, his life had its share of heartache, but James also had many positive accomplishments, love and laughter. The difficult times in his life turned into inspiration lessons for many to draw wisdom from his words. James would always say there was a lesson to be learned in every circumstance and that there was a path we must journey to make us the person we are today. James was one of my first introductions to motorcycle clubs. He took me to one of his club meetings; I became intrigued to learn more.  (James was on of my best friend and I will truly miss him Annette Torrez) RIP James

May they all be riding with God
Steve Roybal

 Steve Roybal of Santa Fe New Mexico passed away in November of 2102. Our motorcycle community suffered a great loss in the passing of Steve, he served as the Sargent at Arms of the Northern New Mexico Confederation of Clubs and was an active member of the NMMRO and COC, he often attended our Bike Day at the Capital. 
Steve will will be missed. 
RIP Brother.


Age 43, of Estancia, New Mexico passed as the result of a motorcycle crash Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Rene was born November 17, 1969. Rene had lived in Torrance County, NM for the past five years. He was an Army Veteran. Renee was a member of the War Hippies MC and the VFW. He retired as a Sergeant from the United States Army in 2006. Ray had been contacting the NMMRO and the COC prior to his death to get more involved in the motorcycle community.