Friday, May 18, 2012


symbolism in this picture blows me away.

Levi knew how to crash em

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!

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