In loving memory of David Pittman, or Rev. Booger is how I remember him. I've had the pleasure to meet Rev. Booger at various bike events, but I really came to know him through his amusing articles in Road Rash Magazine. I was deeply touched by the loving memorial service given to Rev. Booger, by his good friends in ARM and his wife. I was deeply touched by the brotherhood of ARM as well. When I pulled up the parking lot was full of every type of bike imaginable. A testament to who Booger was - He didn't care what you rode, just that you rode. After the memorial service a ride was taken to carry Booger's ashes to one of his "secret spots." A long line of bikes rode with a blue light escort up hwy 41 to Monteagle Mountain. At last we arrived at a huge rock looking off the side of the mountain where you could see for miles...His family and friends climbed up to set Booger's ashes free. At the last there was a huge gust of wind and Booger - not content to leave without another ride, clung to several of us.
As I walked back to my bike, dusting Booger off, I felt it was time to leave and ride the wind by myself. As I took off back up the mountain to that little turn off that takes you to Sherwood, I realized I was taking Booger on my solitude ride through some glorious countryside, and I remembered what was said at his memorial about liking to take rides all by himself. I smiled and said a prayer of gratitude and love. Ride Free Brother. Road Captain us from the sky!
peace~
HCK