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IN MEMORY OF
As we ride along to spread the most precious gift
that anyone can give us. We meet friends all
along the way.
This page is to share our Love and friendship
that we have found along the way.
IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND NICK DAVIS, A real old School Biker who went home to be with the Lord, MISS YOU BRO.
THE LAST BIKER!
The Last Biker...The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're sad loss to the American scene, these individualists with the worn down clothes, saddles and faces. You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs, not as large as a while ago, sometimes alone.
The alone one is the best. One who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot into it. He's got his connections - a few like him, that care for and protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left, like old dinosaurs, their faces are leathered and rough by forty, but their eyes still sharp and knowing.
Some are gray in the beards and braids, some are limp in their step and some pain in the kidneys. Still they know that no other life is life, but merely a dreary journey into everyone else's monotony. He looks at the new ones, and then turns away, knowing they will never know of life on the road and of the women who can take it. Wild, loving women who'll hang in with them, because they love it too. Women with wild hearts and loyal souls, that's what's needed here.
The new ones are shiny and young and a bit too clean. They're born into a system that has an iron grip now. The new one's don't seem to know and couldn't take "the life".
I think it's a mystery, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and it's the only one.
When the last biker falls, like the dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of-gold, tough as nails, free spirited men, who even at their worst, love what's theirs and protect it. In a worldwide system that is making all people as alike as manufactured dolls, the earth will be a duller place...when the last biker falls
Charles "Barry" Mayson Sr. "Graduated to be with Jesus." Jesus was his passion. Mr. Charles "Barry" Mayson Sr., age 63, Jonesborough, passed away Wednesday, July 4, 2007, at his residence. Mr. Mayson was a native of Atlanta, Georgia, and son of the late Bennie Mays Mayson Jr. and Mary Elizabeth Carr Mayson. He was a US Army Veteran, having served in Korea. Mr. Mayson was the founder of Heaven's Saints Motorcycle Ministry. He was also founder of Barry Mayson Outreach, which has been in operation for 31 years.
Survivors include his wife, Fran McLaney Mayson, Jonesborough; one daughter, Bari Ann Riddle, Jonesborough; four sons, Charles Barry Mayson Jr., Jonesborough, Shane Mayson, Washington, DC, Rusty Poss, Elizabethton, and Todd Mayson, Charleston, SC; one brother, Richard Mayson, Atlanta, GA; two sisters, Tara Lou Coughlin and Tanya Lynn Foret, both of Dallas, TX; and two grandchildren, Alix R. & Keri.
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