Levi was a good dirtbiker, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man
who loved the outdoors... and airplanes, and as a dirtbiker he explored the mountains of Northern Colorado, from Mt farwell to the san juans and... up
to... claifornia park. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died
before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many
bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These
young men gave their lives. And so would Levi. Levi, who loved dirtbikes. And so, Levi Donald Klapperich, in accordance with what we
think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final
mortal remains to the bosom of the Colorado river, which you loved so
well. Good night, sweet prince.
Its that time of year again. 4 years ago. big fiery airplane crash. celebrate the late great. The cove in Burns by the colorado river. one week from today. Motorcycles, airplanes, booze, debauchery, hot chicks (hopefully), guitars, beer and the best of the best company. See you their me amigos!