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
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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.
Partners
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
Please keep the family and friends of a member of our motorcycle community Rob Frog Brito in you thoughts and prayers. Rob was was killed when a vehicle pulled out and struck his motorcycle while he was helping block traffic at his uncle Ramon Ramos (also a member of our motorcycle community) funeral last Saturday in Los Lunas. Many attend a Rosary last night. His funeral will be held today. Rob was a motorcycle stunt rider and did a lot of tricks at bike nights and was a good friend to the motorcycle sports bike community. We will honor the memory of Rob and any others who have died on our highways on our safety awareness float on the Twinkle Light parade this weekend. The NMMRO will follow this case to see if justice is served on this Failure to Yield and Careless Driving Case. Rest in Peace Rob Brito and Ramon Ramos.
Annette Torrez
NMMRO Chairman
R.I.P. Sinner
