It is with infinite sadness that I have to inform you all that Pete Leahy of Plymouth, MA was tragically killed while riding yesterday afternoon. Yes, Pete, whom I had spent Sunday afternoon with, and who had proudly posted pics of his 1st grandchild later that night!

According to his wife, Robin, he was on a road close to a nearby beach, one they'd ridden on hundreds of times. At a big hairpin turn, he apparently crossed the centerline and hit a car head on, dying instantly.

For those of you who hadn't the pleasure of knowing Pete personally, let me assure you he was one who exemplified the best that Maggotry stood for. He was enthusiastic about our sport and attended as many local events as possible. His enthusiasm spread to Robin, who first rode behind him, then took the MSF course and purchased a Rebel, and graduated this past spring to a Shadow. He was very proud of her and their greatest delight was riding together.

He was willing to travel anywhere to help with wrenching projects, he'd provide spare parts, and basically give you the shirt (a SabMag T) off his back if you needed it. Most of all, he was good company. He was quiet but outgoing, making friends easily.

He was a good Dad and Step Dad, putting his children before biking whenever they were around.

Funeral arrangements will be posted once they're known. Robin says she'd like to hear from anyone who'd care to call. The number is (508) 747-5311. If you'd care to write, the address is 8 Mayflower St., Plymouth, MA 02360. I'm gonna stop now, 'cause the keyboard's getting blurry.

Godspeed, Pete!
Mark MacKinnon


Thanks for writing this post. It must have been very difficult to write but you made it very eloquent. John Haydt let Matt and me know this morning. We'll see if we can make it to the service.

How very, very sad.

Best wishes,
Becky Eby


Obviously our thoughts and prayers are with Robin and the family. I'm awfully choked up right now and I never even got around to meeting the guy. He worked for Kurzweil - who made high end music workstations. That immediately started an e-mail friendship between him and I that continued even after the fooks laid him off. He and Robin offered a lot of encouragement to Kim as she began riding just after Robin did. We always talked about riding up there and hanging out with them, but never could sync up our schedules. He was a hell of a guy just in the short time I got to know him.

I can't get a long distance line right now, but Mark or any other NE Maggots who are close to them, please give our best to Robin and assure her and the kids that if they need absolutely anything, we're all here for them. Also pass along any info on arrangements.
--
Jeff Conlin
Beltsville, MD


Oh Man!!!

My condolences to all affected by Pete's death.

It always hits me, when someone dies suddenly, that " You know not the day nor the hour." Enjoy each day like it was your last.

Pete, I never met you, but I'll miss you.

Tom Blum


To all,

I was called a while ago by Mike Alofsin to hear this terrible news. He had passed along the information that Robin would like to hear from those that wished to talk with her so I called. I talked to her sister Trish(a) and was told at that time that Robin and Pete's dad were at the funeral home and would call me at some point after their return. No arrangements had been set at that time but if I or other NE maggots hear anything we'll pass it on.

Pete and I had met about a year ago at the Susie-Q at Mark's house, and as Mark said, he was a true Maggot. He went out of his way to make you feel welcome, share his knowledge no matter if the subject wasn't bikes. He and I had gotten together several times, sometimes at his house, and once at mine before the SME in VT.

When Alf called me, I was out for a ride, short one but a ride nonetheless. I couldn't immediately get back on the bike it bothered me that much. I'm not a religious man but Pete and Robin's families are in mine and my wife's thoughts and prayer's.

That's another thing about Pete. He had a very large extended family and like everything else, he seemed to take it in stride and go with the flow.

Gotta go fix my monitor. Foolish thing's all streaky now.

We'll miss you Pete and you can count on being talked about around the campfire.

---------------------------------

Bob Amadon
North Attleboro, MA
86 V65 Magna - Clifford, The Big Red Dog
MRA # 761


Seeing the subject line on Mark's post I intially thought the worse. BUT, seeing that I just saw a post by Pete I was thinking he/Mark maybe meant something else... something maybe even comical... until I read the content. :-(

My deepest sympathies to Robin and the rest of Pete's family.

Greg Terpin
==
GC004
Chicago 'burbs


I'm stunned at the news. I've never met or even emailed much with Pete, but I feel like I've lost a friend. I've enjoyed reading Pete's posts, and had responded with an offlist congrats to his grandpappy announcement.

Now I'm realizing he probably never got that email.

This sucks.

Ride on, Pete. Ride on.

Sad Dan Beggs in dreary rainy Atlanta


This is awful.

I met Pete and Robin for the first time at the Zim's last summer. We had kept up e-mail correspondence because he was so proud of Robin's learning to ride. I will miss that. -- Janine Brannon
Pittsburgh, PA


Inside the kinship of all motorcycle riders, there is the much tighter bond of the Maggots. I am at a loss to explain this to non-Maggots around me, even other riders.

With this loss, I feel like I have lost a family member. Perhaps a cousin, who I wanted to meet, but never had the chance. Someone full of life and happiness.

The world is worse off without you, Pete.

ChrisP in Kitchener -- Chris Park


Pete and I were talking only yesterday morning via email. He was trying to download the SME VT pics. I don't know what to say. I'm stunned. He was a good guy. When I met him in Vermont we immediately hit it off. We had been sending regular emails back and forth since. If anyone is a little fuzzy on who Pete is, check out the Vermont pics.

Lot of pics there of him having a good time. I'm sure that's how he will be remembered.

I'm just at a loss for words.

Sean Votier


Pete was one of the gentlest souls I've had the pleasure of meeting.

Today I'm cursing the motorcycle that was the instrument of his departure from us.

But I'm also blessing it for being that which brought me to know him.

I'm not making any sense. God Speed, Pete.

John Haydt
Lansdale, PA


To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around--
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--
Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world -- with kings,
The powerful of the earth -- the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, -- the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods -- rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. -- Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings -- yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep -- the dead reign there alone.

So shalt thou rest -- and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men--
The youth in life's fresh spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man--
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn, shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Robert Davis


John Haydt called me this morning with the sad news.

I met Pete at Haydt's during the stopover that he, Mark, and Mike took for their Memorial Day ride. I got the chance to ride with Pete as John, Mike, Pete, and I went scouring the local area for parts to get Mark back on the road.

I thought Pete was a really nice, soft spoken, guy. He was quite easy going, always happy to be out riding, and enjoyed talking about his family. I kept up with Pete afterward through emails and I sent him a quick email yesterday of congratulations on his Granddaughter. I'd like to think he read it.

I trust he died as happy as any of us could ever hope to be - riding his bike and thinking of the new blessing his step-Daughter just gave him. Godspeed, Pete.

Wally Shults


I found out this AM over the phone. What a shitty way to start the day.

I called the house, a good friend is taking notes. I guess we can keep her busy, Robin seems worried that we should all know. The friend asked me if I could get in touch with the "Magna list. "

I indicated she was about to hear from most of it.

I am going for a ride tonight. For me at least, Pete's last ride can come as he follows me as I swoop along some back road in RI.

Shit, I will prolly let him lead. Can't see to well right now.

Godspeed Pete, Godspeed.

Joey Thorne


This is sad news indeed. I never met Pete but remember his posts and will miss them.

I wonder if, perhaps, Robin would want a SabMag escort after the funeral.

I'm pretty sure we can put together a good number of shiny SabMags to escort Pete to his final resting place. Maybe it sounds corny, but I would want something like that.

Ed Rogers
Remembering that I'm mortal too.


I called PWR this morning and got the sad news. I can't seem to explain to my kids why I'm sitting at the computer crying. It sucks losing someone to the sport they/I love so much. Ryde on Pete, we miss you :-(

Ray Campbell


That would be the MRA (Magna Riders Association) which is where I first met him (via email). Scott Hall is or used to be the secretary for the group. I'm sure he has posted by now.

Damn, this is bad news.

Craig Denbrook
Centreville, VA


I do not post much to the list, but I read a good deal of the e-mails. I feel I know some of you, although we have never corresponded. I am deeply saddened by the news of Pete's tragic passing. Never met the man, but I read a lot of his posts to the list. My heartfelt sympathies go out to his family and friends. I think this all gives us room to think.

RIDE ON PETE!!!

Clay Miller
Bay Village, OH


This was a great guy--I'm in shock, just talked with him yesterday morning about my ailing Sabre. I go to Whitehorse Beach every morning--I know the curve--it sucks.

Call Robin if possible. I don't know if Pete ever talked about this but he was living on just one kidney. When his went bad Robin gave him one of hers.

Joseph Augusta


Hey...

Pete and I emailed each other. We spoke on the phone. We rode together more than once. We partied at the Susie-Q... at the Berkshires... at ZimBob's...

He IS one of the nicest people I have met so far in my life..

He IS a gentle man in the truest sense of the words.

He LOVED riding as much as one could.

He was generous of himself.

He was my friend.

He was our friend.

He made me cry today.

Malcolm Lorenté


NO snipping here..

What can I say... If you didn't know Pete you missed out. If you did know Pete well you're feeling like I do right now.

Those who know me know I'm a pretty talkative person that is pretty unaffected by most situations in life. I'm speechless with tears in my eyes.

I just got off the phone with Robin and let her know we are all thinking about him. She is not doing well.

Whomever is in touch more please let me know via email or phone (my email ability will become sporadic come this weekend as I shut all my utilities off to move on the 5th) when the services are... no matter when, where or what I'll be there.

I'm going to go to the "turn" and lay a patch of rubber just for him........

Pete always wanted a V65... any ideas how I can make my V65 that I have for sale into a memorial someone please let me know.

Steve Ripaldi


Almost 1pm here in Forks as I come home to eat a bite and find that some one I would have loved to have met and rode with has passed (may the wind always be in his face) I must admit that the tears flowed way to fast as I read the different posts about this man. I did a bit of hooliganism this last weekend and this just brings home the pain that his family must be in. I wonder if in my life I should ever come to be as loved and respected man as Pete. As I am not a man of god I will ride tonite and wish him his wife and his family some peace and love!!!!!!

a breed apart Jimmy Bolin


Like a sledgehammer to the chest.

That's how I felt reading this horrible news.

I met Pete (and Robin) for the first time at the recent Vermont SME. Pete and I exchanged a couple emails since regarding me being "Zaphod Beeblebrox". I guess when the introductions went around, I introduced myself as Bryan and failed to mention (to him) that my aka was Zaphod.

He emailed me back stating something like, "Hey! I didn't know you were Zaphod! If I knew *that*, I would've asked you where that name came from . . ." hehe

Anyway, I am truly saddened by the loss of such a wonderful person and fellow Maggot. He seemed to be one of the most genuine people I've ever met, keeping quietly to himself a lot of the times and speaking up when it counted. I remember discussing surface mount soldering with him as he was repairing Robin's chatterbox plug wire. And I thought that *I* was the only one who carried around a portable butane soldering iron!

Pete, my friend, we're all going to miss you.

Wayfaring Maggot
================

A ribbon of black,
Fades softly into the night.

A deep rumble, a wave, and a smile,
Slip effortlessly away.

Friends remain gathered,
In a saddened silence,

Collecting their tears,
For the journey home.

- Bryan Lendroth 6/25/2002

-- Bryan Shelton, CT


:(

Stunned

Unbelieving

Sad

Please tell Robin our prayers are with her and Pete's family. Someone find out what we can do long distance, where to send $$ ETC. Perhaps when I can dial her up without crying, I will do so. Perhaps I will be unable to do so.

My heart goes out to Robin.

Martin Gerald


I've been quiet with posting thru work being manic, but read the mails, and while I haven't met you guys due to distance separation, your part of my extended motorcycle family ......

My deepest sympathies to Robin and Pete's family. bugger it's always a sad day when its someone close the maggot support for Robin and Pete's family is in good hands

Steve Ingram


I never met Pete. I wish I still had the chance.

This tragedy seems all the more intense to me coming but one day after seeing the proud new "Grandpappy" holding Kaley Marie. It's good he had that.

I hope someday Kaley Marie can read the words and see the pictures, and perhaps "know" the grandfather she couldn't spend time with.

Larry Stivers in San Antonio


I'm sitting here at the keyboard thinking about Pete. It's been 24 hours since Mark MacKinnon called, I'm still in shock. I saw Pete and Robin on Sunday afternoon...they were both so full of excitement waiting for their new grandchild. I'm having an issue with the horns on my Magna, Pete offered to help work on them...that's Pete. Pete and Robin would often stop by where I work on Friday afternoons and say hello...I hope Robin will still visit. I talked to Robin yesterday...she asked me "why did it happen?"

I don't know...I wish I had an answer. We've ridden together, told stories to each other...Pete is what maggotry is all about. Pete was my friend...I'm not ashamed to say I'm crying...I'm going to miss him.

Frank Cantelmo
Marshfield Hills, MA


Hello all,

I'm another of the lurkers who never got a chance to meet Pete, but enjoyed his posts immensely.

such a tragedy, and my condolences to his family, including all of you on the list...

I didn't know him, but sure feel choked up as if I had.....

a bad day for those of us who ride....

Godspeed Pete!

Tom Kirwan


Although we never met Pete, my wife and I are very saddened. I have always enjoyed Pete's post to the list. We send our heartfelt condolences to Robin, family and friends.

Keith J. Hutchings


I never had the privilege of meeting Pete, but I'm finding myself at a loss for words, just sitting here slack jawed and dumbfounded trying to grasp what Pete's family and his close friends must be feeling, and fighting the lump in my throat. My deepest sympathies go out to Pete's entire family, his friends and especially to Robin.

Rob Alexander


I lurk here and my last posts were stupid and childish on my part. And it has kept me from posting on here for the most part.

When i heard about this terrible twist of fate, i sat and thought for a long time. I never got to meet Pete, much less any of the other list members. I remember his posts and they are a part of what kept me here. I can't help but feel a terrible loss someone i have never met but feel close to as a kindred spirit. The only thing i could do was walk outside and fire up the Big Sabre and we cruised the back roads of Jack and Montague counties in Texas.

I hope Pete enjoyed the roads he rode with me in my thoughts. To Robin and his family I can't say anything that hasn't been said already but the feelings are there. I am so very sorry for your loss.

Sorry to ramble I'm not good with words

Lindsay Hicks


Can anyone who is going to talk to Robin can they please pass on my condolences and let her know that my family and I will be including her and her family in my prayers.

Chris Marsh
Melbourne, Australia


I got the sad news yesterday, when Jack called Lory after a great day on the river... I am lost for words. I knew Pete, I met him last year at the SusieQ at Marks' and we had been e-mailing every so often ever since. He was a sweet guy, quiet but sincere and always ready to help. Last year I was supposed to stay with Pete and Robin in Cape Cod but ran out of time -we'll do it next time, we said back then. Guess there is never going to be a "next time" for Pete again... My heart goes out for Robin and rest of Petes' family, I cannot even begin to imagine their hurt. I've been on the verge of tears since I found out but somehow I cannot help but feel that Pete left doing what he loved the best... Yet another reminder for us all that we should live our lives to their fullest 'coz there may never be a "next time". Ride on Pete, you'll be in our hearts.

Susie Piiper
Dublin, Ireland


We were very saddened to learn of Pete Leahy's last ride. Our thoughts and prayers are with Robin and Leahy family.

Curt Coulter


I had never had the chance to meet or ride with Pete but I really enjoyed reading his posts, and his apparent love of motorcycling.
He will be missed.
His Family will be in our thoughts and prayers.

Paul Lucas


I have never met Pete,
Yet feel a great sadness that he is gone. The warm out pouring of emotion on this list tells me what kind of man he was and what he meant to so many people. The measure of a man can be taken by the effect he has on the people in his life. Pete was a apparently a great man to touch the lives so many people in such a significant and heartfelt way. I will miss his posts and regret never to have really met him personally.

My most heartfelt condolences to his family and those who he meant so much to.

Jim


I am very saddened at the news of the loss of another one of our family members. This mailing list has evolved into a very close knit family spread over most of the world, and it has been a privilege to have been a member of it almost since its inception in 1994.

I always look forward to meeting friends I haven't met when I attend a SME. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Pete but the loss is felt with great pain.

Godspeed Pete and my condolences to his family and friends.

'Til we meet again, ride safe everybody,

Bob Sunley
Winnipeg Canada


Hi all, I'm primarily a lurker, I read the posts daily, not much for words but I feel a great loss, never met the man myself, but my prayers are with him, Robin and family

Dave Gillis


I mailed with Pete a few times, but never got to meet him.

we were working out a payment plan for me to buy one of his jackets. In true maggot form, he was willing to send it to a guy he'd never met save for this list and let me pay over time, what I could afford, when I could.

It's funny how someone you've never met can make you cry. I've dealt with too much death recently. it's beginning to make me bitter about life.

As a skydiver and motorcyclist, I know that my hobbies are dangerous. I know that people love them both, and sometimes they die doing them.

knowing a thing doesn't make it easier to accept.

I'm sad.

ride on, Pete. you are not forgotten.

Skip Smith


The iron band that wrapped itself tightly about my ribcage yesterday when KB pinged me, hunting PWR, and delivered the news is still there this morning. It is an effort to breathe.

Over my last few months of lurking I've gotten to know Pete a little through his thoughtful and humorous posts. I'm sorry not to have the chance to meet him face to face - he was clearly an exceptional man with love for life, family and riding.

Heartfelt condolences go out to Robin, the family, and to you all who know him better than I. I weep for your loss.

Peace,
Jennifer Nardine


To Pete, and to you all - a Traditional Irish Blessing

May the roads rise up to meet you,
May the winds be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Ride on, and ride safe!

What is it possible to say that has not already been said? Like many others, I never met Pete. Yet, because of the unique flavor of this list, I somehow have the sense that I "knew" him. Maggots being maggots, we do have a special bond that is probably more than merely a shared appreciation of Vee Four Hondas. The key word is "shared." When you share something with another person, you to some extent know him or her. Now I have one less person to share with. My own life and that of all other maggots is subtly diminished. Robin and family, please accept my and my wife's heartfelt sympathy and take some small comfort in the fact that we all, as maggots, share in your grief. . . .

Bob & Ann Simms


The first time I met Pete he came to my work in Salem, Ma. I had a part for his magna (a backrest). So he and Robin came up to Salem and I gave it to him. He was most appreciative. More so than I thought he should of been for a rust old junk backrest.

The next time I met pete he came to my house to look at a pair of stich pants. It was on the guise of him buying them. They didn't fit so he passed. If they did I would have given him those too. (they wound up being given to Susie). I cannot forget Robin's face as my dog jumped on Pete. She was loving and protective of him. She was worried the dog would hurt Pete because of his transplant.

Pete just smiled and said it was ok.(this is the picture in my mind I have of him) I put the dog in the other room anyway.

He went from being a novice who on one of his first rides dumped his bike pulling out of a street and burned his leg. To someone that was becoming very road knowledgeable.

My last interaction with Pete was when I asked for Mirrors for my V65 he had a set of mirrors and was going to give them to me. We hadn't yet worked out a time/place to meet up. I now wish we had figured out a time to meet.. like noon on Monday.

My last message was sent to Pete when he sent out the message of his granddaughter. I never got a response....... I never will...

I'm not big into poems.. or lyrics.. but I heard this song this morning and it just said it all for me..

"I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again"
James Taylor

Keep me posted if a meeting place becomes evident.

Steve Pipaldi in Revere, Ma


I did not get the chance to meet Pete, and I am truly saddened that I haven't. Our thoughts and prayers are with Robin and Pete's family.

A search of the members of the Magna Riders' Association shows: Pete Leahy- member number 582, Plymouth MA 83 V45 Magna.

Godspeed, Pete, I miss you.

Chris Happ


Robin

We did get a chance to meet both You and Pete at ZimBob's NOE last summer, and are so thankful that we did. Over and over on this list we read about putting faces to names, the camaraderie of this group, and the wonder of how this "family" affects our day to day ... every day.

Robin, be rest assured that Pete was doing one of the many things he loved, we all know this, and we will continue to remind you in every way necessary, over the long journey ahead. Mary and I extend our deepest sympathy at this troubled time, but also know that the entire Sabmag family will always be there for you and yours.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Godspeed Pete.

Jim Swomley / Mary Haas


Stunned and deeply saddened, my family and I offer our heartfelt prayers and condolences to Robin and all of Pete's family and friends.

--
Michael Satter


I dunno what to say. Maybe that's because words can only ever do so much. As fellow 82-83 v45 Magna rider he sold me on ME880's but the pocket book dissuaded otherwise. Sigh...I was excited after his report of how much he liked the tires. Now I feel as though I should have found a way to get them regardless.

Anywho I haven't been on the list long enough to have a member pass away but I've always felt that the best of people are happiest departing when they're doing something they love. He's still on his bike somewhere in the great and windy ethereal highways, living it up sunrise to sunset. Funny all of these people that are afraid of riding because its dangerous; hell, they're even afraid of driving. I wish sometimes that they could just feel what riding is like and appreciate, no LOVE, solitude, freedom, and community. Although I'm a recent rider, I've come to the opinion that many of the finest riders I have ever met, or not met, are right here on this list. In the rain, I take off my hat to Pete, Robin, and everyone else who has been here and shared this great sport with myself and each other. Tonight, I go for a midnight ride.

To Pete: Laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)

To Robin: There is tragedy and there is life...who would think that these two could be the laughable friends of an overcoming spirit? My deepest condolences and best wishes for the future.

To All: You know what to do. ;)

Errare humanum est,
Carl Parker

-------------------------
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying Nothing.

-William Shakespeare
Macbeth, 1606


David Hill declared:

> I wish I could make it to Plymouth Friday and Saturday, but there's just > no way I can pull it off.

Same here, 1100 miles for me. Even without the equipment issues, I just can't take off work early enough to get up there.

> I've got Friday night and Saturday morning open. Any Atlanta area > 'maggots want to get together, perhaps Friday night, and hoist a few > (beers, wines, waters, whatevers) to Pete's memory?

That's a great idea, David. In fact, I'd be happy to host a get-together at my place for anyone wanting to partake without worrying about getting home afterwards. I've got two spare bedrooms, tons of carpet space and a big backyard for anyone that wants to spend the night. I've also got garage space for anyone worrying about getting water spots on their chrome. ;)

I've got Pilsner Urquell in the kegerator, but if that's not your thing, feel free to bring your preference. Lots cheaper than a bar to do it that way.

I'm in the northeast Atlanta area, in Lawrenceville. Anyone interested in coming over hit me or David offlist for address/directions. David was just over the other day, so he can vouch for the accomodations.

So what day shall we do it? Friday night works for me, but I'm flexible.

A group ride on Saturday would be good as well. Maybe Beaver would be up for leading it.

Dan Beggs in Atlanta


Just got back from Arkansas after a detour to visit my parents. Had lots to say about the weekend but now it all seems irrelevant and will wait till another day. Hard to explain how the death of someone I never met could cause such feelings. Condolences to all.

Bob Cutler
Long Island, NY


Many of you don't know me, but I too am one of the more senior members of this list. I have been mostly lurking for the last year, as I took on a new career as a punching bag for a bunch of 6th grade spawn of satan. If teaching is a noble profession, why are they trying to kill me?

I never met Pete or Robin, and never had the privilege of even corresponding with them. But I know them well. They are kind, loving, and generous folk, filled with the joy of adventure in their new hobby/obsession, and eager to embrace and be embraced by our extraordinary Maggot family. I'm glad they got to an SME, and were able to put faces on the friends they had made online. I remember the excitement of eagerly coming to an event and, like a child on Christmas morning, opening one package after another – meeting long time friends for the first time, followed closely by wrenching, beer, food, and banter, not necessarily in that order.

We have had deaths in our family before, but by their very sudden nature they shock us when they happen. One day, holding his granddaughter, the next day gone. I have lost a friend I never knew, but I knew Pete just as I know you all. When you become a Maggot, you gain friends in bunches.

I haven't been on my bikes for many months. I haven't even touched them in the last three months. My plan was to see if I could dust one of them off, charge the battery, and go out on Saturday for a reunion with the California coast and the wonderful hobby that makes that ride a glorious celebration.

And that's just what I am going to do. I am going out to celebrate the life and death of one Pete Leahy, late husband of Robin, late name on the list of SabMag, late friend of mine.

Godspeed Pete.

Rider: Milt Oberman, aka "Uncle Milt," FoJ#0014,


I do not have the words.
I have been touched by your passing and feel a huge loss.
My chest is tight. My face is wet...

Jim Schlyer Jim in the really wet.


PNWet Maggots

I'm having a tough time with the loss of Pete Leahy. I'm going on a ride with a friend that I have not meet for the last time on Monday or Tuesday which ever is Dry. Over at least to the top of the North Cascades Hwy. to say good by. I have talked to Pete and Brian about this and both would like to tag along. This is not to say both can or will. I will and all of you are invited. I will make the loop over and around to I-90 and home. Some where along the ride I will say "Good By Friend". All OLD and NEW Maggots are welcome Yes even Lurkers

Jim


Wasn't able to read my mail yesterday....

Met Pete @ Susie-Q

Road with him at SME_VT.

A friend in the making....

A Loss deeply felt.

Ride with God Pete, we'll miss you here.

Greg Mahunik


Saddened by news of the loss of one of our number.

Please know that Pete's passing is being marked here on the other side of the world. Sabmag is a pretty tight knit bunch, and maybe we don't know how tight until such events as these occur.

Pete's kind words at my father's passing earlier this year helped me through my pain, and so in turn I hope in some way I can help share the burden now felt by those closest to Pete.

Tim Cameron
Sydney, Australia


Misfortune, that's a good word for it. Many of us have had serious crashes, some worse than others. I have been fortunate that after my crashes there weren't any other vehicles around. I made a mistake, blew my line, and caused several thousand dollars of damage to my bike. Once I even had to have surgery on my knee, but I was usually able to ride the bike home afterward. I was very lucky every time.

I can name half a dozen of us that are only alive because of some miracle of fate or a twist of luck. Sometimes, there just isn't enough luck to go around. Riding is dangerous and the world can be very unforgiving of small mistakes. I have been unable to ride since reading the first message. That's okay, I don't think I'd be very good at it right now.

Pete was a good man, I met him at NOE last year. There is a really good picture out there of the whole group on the ZimDeck. I'd like to get a copy of it, I seem to have lost mine. The picture in the Rhiannon Varmette article reminded me of him immediately.

I meet so many people and have so little memory that I sometimes need something like that picture to jog my memory. I wish I could just reformat and organize my brain, you know, lose the useless stuff. Seriously, when will I ever need to recall the number for subscribing to Sports Illustrated in 1982? They drilled it into my head with their constant commercials, then they changed it. Whassup wit dat?

Pete, you will be missed. I still carry a black armband with "TF" on it from when Tim Freeman hit a deer on his trip to visit family. It looks like I'll be adding more initials to that armband, in red RTV, just like the originals.

I'm not a drinking man, but I think I need a shot.

--
Dan Pierce ~ Bailey, MI ~


I don't post much these days, mostly because I don't have much to say. Like everyone else, I'm left stunned and hurting by the news about Pete. I always try to live each day like it could be the last, and ride each ride like it could be the last.

Sooner or later it will be. For Pete it was sooner.

My heart goes out for Robin and the rest of his family. I hope that knowing that Pete had friends all over the globe to share in the pain of his loss somehow helps a little. Godspeed Pete, and God bless you Robin.

big red mo in Tahoe (flying my flags at half mast)
Mo Draper


First off let me say that, while I'm new here, I feel your pain on the loss of your friend Pete. I have lost several friends over the years, and it sucks. Remember that he wouldn't want you mopin' around though! It's hard at first, but remember him with a smile...I bet he'd like that.

Dave Arkle


The news has tried to sink in by now, but I've been resisting it. I've ridden with Pete and Robin a few times and did a bunch of miles recently. Pete, BABD and I superslabbed it to Roanoke to ride the BRP, a first for him. We also rode to SMEVT through rain and sun. I cannot think of much more to say that hasn't already been eloquently said.

Robin, I know there isn't anything that can say to bring comfort in this trying time, but please realize that Pete was known and loved.

My thoughts and prayers are with you both!

-Alf Mike Alofsin


I read with great sadness the terrible news about Pete Leahy. Like many on the list, I had never met Pete face to face. I knew him only from his warm sense of humor, and his supportive information to another Magna rider with lots of questions. I have no great stories about Pete. No tales of roads ridden, or twisties carved. My memory of Pete will be of calm, quiet good humor and wise advice during tough time on the list that made me question the usefulness of being a SABMAG member. I wish I'd have known him better.

We will miss you, Pete.

Ride on.

Clear Road Ahead.

****************
I had a friend once, but the wheels fell off. Sad. Very sad.

Corsair


Like so many here, I never met Pete...never even traded an email with him. Yet there is still that awful feeling of sadness when someone you share a passion with passes so suddenly.

I thought about Pete this morning as I rode to work through the mists over the reservoir.

God Speed to Pete. My prayers for peace to Robin and the family.

Not much else I can put into words.

Jeff Pritchett


My most sincere condolences to Robin and all of Pete's family.

When a life is taken mid-stream, without explanation or preparation, no words can convey the sense of tragedy and loss.

May all find comfort in the knowledge that we are better people for having known Pete. All of lifes he touched, be it as a son, brother, father,friend and husband are the greater from the experience.

And that is the truest testament to a life lived.

Godspeed, Pete.

Shawn Romano


Catching up on SabMag, I hit Tuesday and Mark's post. . . Tom Blum's post captured my feelings:

"Oh Man!!! My condolences to all affected by Pete's death. It always hits me, when someone dies suddenly, that " You know not the day nor the hour." Enjoy each day like it was your last. Pete, I never met you, but I'll miss you. Tom"

Mark, count me in on any contribution

Carl Custer (packing for San Diego)


Hi all,

I didn't know Pete or Robin, just knew friends who did, and knew what I'd heard from the folks in the 'House and SabMag... I'd like to venture out there to show my support and try to help comfort Robin and their family and friends in whatever way I can, as a fellow rider who empathizes.

I've spent a long time grappling with my fears about my mortality on a bike, and thus far, have decided to keep doing it, despite the fears. We all need to hang together, that one thing, is clear to me.

Anyone from the Midwest planning on going, and possibly willing to take a pillion, as 'Angel's still awaiting a new head? I'm in SE Michigan, but could certainly drive to meet someone.

I've lost the exact details on exactly where & when the funeral/wake will be...

- Hope (from the Shadow Rider's List)


Well I'm doing a gig in Virginia Friday night that probably won't be over until 2am. Need the money from this one bad, or else I'd have cancelled immediately.

If I leave immediately in my cage, I can make it to Plymouth by 11am, but I'll only do so if I'm feeling up to it. No sense at all in taking unnecessary risks, especially in this situation.

It's not much of a tribute, but I've managed to borrow a very nice Kurzweil keyboard (which I could never afford) and will be using it at my gig Friday night. I think Pete mentioned at one point that he was involved in the development of this particular model.

Thanks to all the NE Maggots for offering route advice, keeping us updated, and being there directly for Robin. Sounds like there could be some really bad blood there between her family and anyone on two wheels, and I hope the end result is a greater understanding for who Pete was, what he loved, and why he loved it.

While illogical, I can understand if the sight of a flock of motorcycles may add a lot of strong feelings to the situation. Here's hoping for the best...

On Wed, 28 Feb 2001, Pete Leahy wrote: "Being in the right place at the right time was what allowed me to get into motorcycling after many years of wanting to. I was hooked. My Dr frowns on it. Too bad, I've been through enough medical shit. Now that I'm healthy I'm going to enjoy it!

I look forward to someday when we can get together, Jeff, looks like we have a lot more to talk about than just bikes!"

--
Jeff Conlin


My heartfelt condolences to all family and friends of Pete. I didn't know him personally, but from all I have read over the last 2 days I could well have known him.

I read the news article yesterday, and have also just checked out the new page mentioned above of the kids enjoying their bike ride. Two statements from the kids seemed to glare out at me

Taylor Plante, 9, ''It's fun,'' he said. ''I like having fun.''

Matt , 9, ''It's fast,'' he said. ''I felt the wind.''

--
John H
VF750FD
England


I just got back from my week away from work and was just catching up on my emails when I came across the very sad news about Pete. I have never met anyone from off the list but believe me I am feeling the loss as much as you all. It is this spirit of camaraderie that has kept me on the list even though I have to 'wade' through a lot of emails when I return from my weeks away.

Losing a member of the group is always going to be painful, even more so when you feel that they are a part of your everyday life like Pete was with his regular posts.

I can't be there in person but I can be there in Spirit. Please pass on the condolences from all on this side of the Atlantic

Glen Stansfield
Glasgow, Scotland


There is never a good time to die in the personal human sense. But certainly IF one has to go --as we all go in the end-- I really think its better to go out doing something you really love doing. When we ride we are not drudges, chained to a desk, or a work bench, a job, or a function; We are free spirits at one with our machine and environment. We are flying above the cares and worries of this world. Doing that which others who do not ride will never fully understand. Doing what we love. Pete was doing just that.... what he loved. When I go I hope it's like that: Immersed in doing what I love doing.

"Never met the man, but knew the man" is a funny way to put things. It is a manifestation of our globally connected, and electronically wired world. Once upon a time you'd really only know the man if you'd met him. Or in the remote sense of prior generations if you'd heard of his reputation: the latter a situation normally reserved for the really famous people. Not so today... Today, I know the man. Partly out of those things he shared here, partly from those who shared physical moments in time with him have now shared here. That is a significant thing, a worthy tribute, being praised by those who know you best.

There is a line of dialog from the Wizard of Oz, an admittedly silly-at-times kids movie, but the line is quite profound. The wizard is giving to the Tin Man a "testimonial," a heart shaped clock, in lieu of the real heart he cannot provide. And he says to him,

"And remember my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others."

I think that fits Pete.

As a Christian, I know he is in a better place. As a human, I grieve for his family and you- his friends. Remember the laughter. Remember the smiles. Remember the heart of the man. Do that, and he will never be forgotten.

Sergeant Bill Liddell
Newport News Police Dept.


I hope these words of Kahlil Gibran from The Prophet may comfort all who have lost a friend:

...of Joy and Sorrow

When you are joyous, look deep into
your heart and you shall find it is only that
which has given you sorrow that is giving
you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in
your heart, and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been
your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than
sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is
the greater."
But I say to you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits
alone with you at your board, remember
that the other is asleep upon your bed.

...of Friendship

When you depart from your friend, you
grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may
be clearer in his absence, as the mountain
to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Rest in peace, Pete
David Penz


David that was totally awesome.
To Robin and family, my deepest sympathy.
To the Maggots going to the funeral, ride safe...please!
Linda Melvin


I never met Pete. I didn't need to meet him for him to be a part of my family just as you all are.

Somebody from Texas left a small American flag stuck in the ground at Sylamore Campground in Mountain View. I picked it up and stuck it on my trunk lid and hauled it over 1,000 miles through Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Tennessee. Susie took it yesterday and hauled it through several hundred miles North Carolina both yesterday and today. She's headed on to Virginia and West Virginia tonight (via I-40, I-81 and I-77). Later she'll carry it to Ohio and Pennsylvania before handing it off to someone else who will carry it to other states. Each time the flag comes into a new state, we write that state's name on the flag and keep going. We want all 50 states and D.C. on the flag if possible so we can give it to Robin as a memento of Pete's symbolic last ride.

The flag insisted on flying at half-staff ever since I picked it up. I would raise it to the top of the stick and it would slide right back down by the next gas stop.

I took a picture of the flag as it rode today and yesterday on Susie's trunk. I'll post it to a web page later tonight or tomorrow and I will post the link here.

Pete rode with us today across the Cherohala Skyway and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. He was leading and we could never quite catch up, but we knew we were right behind him because the fog was still swirling where he had just passed through.

It was Susie's idea to give the flag to Robin when it has completed its journey. I think that's one of the best ideas I've ever heard.

We invite our offshore brothers and sisters to do the same thing. Get a small version of your national flag (this flag is about the size of two hands) and ride to some of the best areas of your country, flying the flag. Note the places the flag has been and when it's finished, send it to Robin.

A printed history of the flag with the names of the people who carried it and where each one carried it would be a nice touch.

--
Jack Hunt COP#15 FoJ#34 DoD#208x5A RRS#9


Unfortunately, I can't offer much more than my condolences to Pete's family and all those who knew him. It's such a shame I never got to meet him. But, you never know when it's your time. It's a fact that you'll never be able to avoid.

I wish every one well, and pray for comfort, strength, and guidance.

In the meantime, I bid you Farewell Pete, may the Lord Bless your soul.

Later,
Allan Purl


I never met you - but I know from those here that did that we all have lost someone special...
Brian McKee


I've been holding my tears all week, trying to stay functional so I could get to the funeral. But work and life have conspired to prevent it. The departure time that might have enabled me to get there on time passed today while I was on the phone with a pissed-off customer. Once the moment ticked past, I lost the grip I'd had on myself all week, and I could barely talk to this person on my phone. That call went on for another two hours. She finally hung up a few minutes ago, and here I am crying on my keyboard. Farewell Pete. I hope you are riding, out there, someplace where there are no blind cage drivers, no illnesses, no sand or tar snakes in the road, and all the time in the world to just ride.

I'm going to try to get over there sometime tomorrow, but the chance of me averaging over 50mph while riding all night on the TDM is very small, so don't look for me at the funeral. If anyone wants to leave a message on my cell letting me know where people go tomorrow afternoon and evening, or just talk, that would be great. The number is (734)395-2063.

--
Katherine Becker


My sincerest condolences to Robin and family, you will be in my thoughts. May you find peace in the coming days. Although there are a couple of thousand miles of ocean separating us, it still feels like losing part of the family.

Peter Hatherell
Maryborough
Victoria
Australia


To those who made it to Pete's wake/funeral...

Please give Robin my condolances.. I've been trying to work it out and get up there but it's just not going to happen. I have a family commitment I can't get out of.

I'll call her in a bit when some of the crowd is gone and things have started to sink in.

Greg Mahunik


Godspeed Pete. I wish I could've known you face to face.

V-Fourtified,
Chris Long


I'd like to chime in with a "me to". Pete's death has affected me deeply. Even though I sold my Sabre I've stayed subscribed to the list for the comradeship that exists here. I work weekend nights and can't go to the functions but I look at all the Photos and read all the reports with a great interest. When I ride I get kind of a spiritual recharging, kind of a oneness with the world. I'd like to think Pete is part of that spiritual world now, the sunlight through the trees, the reflections in the water, and yes the twists in the road. Ride with God, Pete, Ride with God.
Mike Mackie


Very unhappy. Gig ran late, no way I can safely make it to Boston. Was able to take a few minutes and had a club full of folks raise a glass to Pete while I played the most soul filled version of amazing grace I ever have. Also secretly dedicated a few wild solos. I hate not being able to get up there, but will do the next best thing... Kim and I are riding tomorrow. With you all in spirit... Jeff Conlin


Hi All, It`s difficult to find the words, but it goes something like this - In motorcycling we all loose friends and acquaintances from time to time, that seems to be a fact of life. The loss of someone like Pete, who from his "posts" was an, easy going, regular contributor to this list is particularly hard. Ride on Pete, we`ll catch you up someday.

Regards to all,


Badger. Peter West
VF1100 Sabre in UK.


Returning from vacation and wading through E Mails I come across the post on Pete.
Not being good with words it is difficult to express my feeling, but I want express my condolences to Robin and family and friends.
I did not know Pete well, but I met him at the SME Vermont a coupla weeks ago. He was the kinda guy that anyone would take a liking too. A low key, unpretentious, mellow Maggot.
Pete you will be missed. I wish I could have known you better.

Pete Staniforth


To all the Maggots who attended the funeral, I want to say "Thanks!" No doubt I'm not the only one who wanted to be there to show support, but just couldn't get there. I appreciate the effort you made to demonstrate the fact that we are an extended family, self- selected, who show up for one another under all kinds of circumstances. I hope Robin took some comfort from your presence.

As for me, I sent a little something off to BABD for Robin, then went for a Pete Leahy memorial ride. Ran some of the best lines ever through some of my favorite curves. Seemed like the right thing to do.

--
Skip Tarrant


We all had a great day to spend some last time with Pete.

BABD did a very excellent job of bringing it all to a salient point with his remarks at the service. Thanks for doing that.. I expect there are many of us who could not have stood up under that weight.

After the funeral folks got 20 or so bikers lost in the cemetery, most seem to have taken off to Robins house. Those of us who were a little slow getting turned around, or who were to wide to make it thru the gate, (WTF was that move??) got left behind again by the masses. SO we headed off to lunch and headed back to Northern New England. It was a great day for a ride... slab or not.

I generally hate funerals, avoid them like a plague. Wish there had been no reason to hold this one, but life is afterall a terminal illness.

I was roaming around some old email and found this... Since we will have to wait for a while to hear a trip report from Pete on today's action, I thought maybe reposting his last one might bring a fond memory to someone.

He seemed to have had fun..... which is why we all do this isn't it??

Good to meet y'all new faces with old names..

Hooper


There's little I can say that hasn't been said already, but nevertheless, I would like to offer my sympathies to Robin and everyone else.

Although I never met him in person, we had corresponded upon occasion via email. Pete, being the exemplification of Maggotry, must have been one of the nicest people on earth. His leaving is a loss to us all.

Don and I took a moment of silence for Pete today at the top of Pine Mountain; he was fortunate to have lived his life doing things he loved, with people he loved. He will stay in all of our hearts.

I will miss him.

PhysicsDan Parshall


Yesterday was a tough time to be a Maggot.

Pete's family acted like they had been gut punched. Robin will not be ok for awhile.

The scene at the funeral home "final viewing" was chaotic as family and friends realized the casket was about to be closed and Pete would be gone forever.

Pete's father's sadness was incredible but he had no bad words for motorcycles. He seemed to realize that there are things that might kill you but are still worth doing.

About 20 Maggots were there. The spirit of all others was clearly felt.

Not generally a fan of the Catholic funeral mass, this one was perfect. The church was beautiful, the priest strong and assured. The music was wonderful.

BABD's telling of why we ride and why we're Maggots was wonderful.

I've never seen so many grown men cry.

The ride to the cemetary was a cluster fuck. I assume it was Joey's fault.....:)

Yesterday was a good day to be a Maggot.

Zimbob...recovering at Emmet's house.


Yesterday as many of you gathered in person to pay last respects, TSO and I made a long anticipated journey to the BRP. If it was the same distance as the service, we would have gone. Thank you to those who went for us.

As I drove out the exit path of the Willville MC campground in Meadows of Dan, VA, I come upon a circle of dogwood bloosoms( I think Dogwood) in a perfect 15' circle. right as I pass thru the circle, light filters in thru the trees and lights me up, for a split second. I heard a voice say "Pete" and I was filled with a sense of contentment. I dedicated the first hour of the ride to him then I found that too many thoughts of Pete distracted me from thoughts of the road. I am sure he understood.

It was a good trip, nobody wrecked, few got lost, Bambi mainly stayed in the forest and TSO was never outta my rear view for the entire trip.

More on Willville MC gampground in a day or so...

Martin Gerald


I went for a ride Saturday during the time of the services in honor of Pete. I observed an old bike tradition of riding with the passenger pegs down to honor a fallen brother. Kinda the same spirit as the "missing man" formation fighter pilots have. Also a place for his spirit to hop on and go for a ride if you believe in such things. Damn does this truly suck.

In the process I also collected a performance award in beautiful Huron, Ohio on behalf of all attending Maggots so they could be unencumbered. Ride safe (please).

Dave Morrow


I left work on Friday around 3:00 pm and met up with Alf in Rhode Island. We rode directly to the wake, arriving at 6:30 to a bunch of Maggots already in the parking lot. Once the greetings had taken place, everyone went inside for the wake.

I had suggested that people bring pictures of Pete and we could post them on a bulletin board of some sort for all to see. Many brought pics, including Pete's family, who must have had the same idea. It was a rather nice array of pics, some being from Pete's childhood. Touching, very touching.

The wake was very sad, as expected. Many a tear had fallen. There were bountiful arrangements of multicolored flowers, with a Stratocaster guitar nested into one arrangement. Within another arrangement lay a SabMag patch. In the third corner of the room hung Pete's leather vest with the SabMag patch on the back, as well as a Women on Wheels vest. Pete lay silently, looking peaceful as could be. It was really hard to believe that our friend, the one I was talking with and shaking hands with three weeks prior, had passed on.

Everyone paid their last respects to Pete and lined up to give Robin some support, some hugs, some kind words.

Soon after we left for Joey's house for the night, which was about 1.5 hours away.

We arrived at Joey's and Russell broke out the ol' "rockgut" scotch. He was quite disappointed, however, because although the bottle was only $12.00, it actually wasn't that bad. We all took turns chugging out of the bottle. With that and a few beers, we watched a tape of two Maggots riding at the Gap. I watched in amazement as one Maggot was scraping his knee on every right-hander.

We called it an early night because we had to get up early for the ride to the funeral home again.

We took off from Joey's, met up with several more Maggots and rode to the funeral home. Everyone went back inside to comfort Robin and talk with Pete's family. All the Maggots gave Robin hugs and comforting words. Many of us also had the opportunity to introduce ourselves to Pete's sister and also his father, and chat a bit about Pete and how we knew him, when we met him, etc. They were really nice people as expected and the fact that we were a bunch of motorcycle riders didn't affect them in the least. They were *happy* that we were there. I don't think they realized how many motorcycle friends Pete had. There was so much outpouring of support from the Maggots that I think we changed the family's initial impressions of motorcycle riders.

Soon to follow, we had a prayer for Pete and everyone ventured outside to line up for the procession. The motorcycles were to be at the end of the procession.

We lined up in a "missing man" formation, leaving the third position open for Pete.

We arrived at the church and sat through a perfect mass. I'm not much of a church person myself, but the mass went smoothly. There was not a dry eye in the house. The service was finalized with a great speech by Mark (BABD), describing not only motorcycling and why we love it, but also about Pete and how wonderful a person was. He really made an impact on both the Maggots and the family with his speech. It was sad, it was happy, it was sad. It made everyone miss Pete, brought tears to many an eye, and collectively brought family and Maggots together, if only for a few minutes.

It was a perfect closing to an already perfect mass.

After the mass, we saddled up and proceeded to the cemetery. Somewhere along the way, these two other motorcyclists jumped into the middle of the procession, cutting us off from the rest. One red light and we had lost them. We rode around trying to find the cemetery and had a pretty good idea of which one it was. But, this cemetery was huge and nestled into the woods, with twisties all over the place. We eventually found the grave site after 20 minutes of searching.

By that time, Robin was leaving and invited all Maggots back to her house for food.

We arrived at her house, which was only minutes from the cemetery and had something to eat and drink. Maggots stayed with Robin the entire time, comforting her and trying our best to let her know that she is not alone. She will always have the love of what she calls her "motorcycle family".

After an hour or so, Robin walked over with a group of Maggots to her bike and sat on it. It was the therapy she needed at that moment. She asked if someone could take her for a ride because she wanted and needed to ride her Shadow. We suited her up with riding boots and a helmet and one of the Maggots took her out for a ride (I can't remember which one, I met so many new faces this weekend).

While she was out on her ride, her sister mentioned to a group of us how much we meant to Robin and the family. She had only seen Robin smile twice since Pete's accident, and both times she was surrounded by Maggots. No one else had been able to do that, she said. It was very touching.

When Robin arrived from her ride, I could've sworn I saw her smile a third time. I asked her how her ride was, and she said with a little sparkle in her eye, "I really needed that."

We stayed with Robin for a while after that, comforting, talking, etc. Phil had mentioned that he's never seen Plymouth Rock and was going to go find it. Then Kim (upstairs from Robin) offered to take the Maggots on a guided tour to Plymouth Rock on foot. So, we all hoofed it down to Plymouth Rock and around town a bit.

We arrived back, made sure that Robin had someone to be with at the house, and sadly found that it was time to depart. Everyone said their goodbyes to Robin, offering phone numbers and business cards etc for Robin to call if she needed *anything*.

We saddled up and headed for Joey's in Newport.

Saturday night is a story in itself, but suffice it to say we had a couple toasts to Pete.

Pete, you will be missed dearly.

--
Bryan Lendroth


Words, even those of the famously gifted, are inadequate. I was offline since last Monday, spending it with my aging parents. Another day, the love of family and friends, a ride; all will be especially sweet from this new, sad perspective.

Robin, my prayers are for you, and my thoughts are with you.

Todd Grinnell


It's Kim.

I just wanted to thank you all for showing such tremendous support to Robin this past weekend. Your show of love and support is a testament to the meaning of the word "family". You all are amazing... I'm at a loss for words.

Pete always spoke of you all with such fondness, and it's obvious to me why he did. I just wish I was able to meet you all under different circumstances. You are a great group of people and I hope that Bob and I can get to know you all better soon.

Robin has been up at night reading through some of the list. She's not ready to post anything yet, but I think it brings her some small bit of comfort knowing how everyone is honoring Pete's memory. She was deeply touched that a flag is being carried up to Canada in his honor... As for us, well, there are no words that can possibly describe how we feel ... this is such a travesty.

Bob and I will be coming up to Maine with Robin Labor day weekend. You all are invited to come by on the fourth of July, pitch a tent in the field across the street or in our back yard. No pressure, I know people have plans and all, but I thought I'd throw it out there and see who might like to come yuck it up in Plymouth.

I don't have Mark MacKinnon's email (sorry if I've spelled it wrong), but if someone could please pass along my feelings of gratitude, I would appreciate it very much. The addresses listed above are the only ones I collected on Saturday, so if I've missed anyone other than Mark, please let me know and pass this along.

Be safe, and thanks again. Peace, Xev

(a.k.a Kim)

Kim McDonough
Operations Director
The Musicians Development Institute
MDI Productions
2277 State Rd, G-1
Plymouth, MA 02360
www.mdi-productions.com
508.888.4407


It was such an incredible thing to hear about everyone coming out, some for a dear friend, some for a man they'd never even met. It is altogether too rare these days to find such unconditional support and love as exists on this list. As Russell said (though the poor boy will probably never remember his own wisdom) "May we all live as well as Pete, to merit such a line that followed him to his grave". I would love to figure out what exactly it is they put in those bikes that not only makes the rider addicted to living resplendently but prone to so many random acts of extreme kindness.

I just wanted to send out a quick thanks to everyone on the list for the simple fact that you're there. You reaffirm my faith in humanity on a daily basis.

Ride well
Annie