After reading @Bob Mapplethorpe 's post and swapping posts back and forth with @aler, I thought I'd go ahead and share something that I had avoided until now. It may be long but I'll try not to ramble on.
We get caught up in our love for Auburn football so much we get on here and throw darts at one another that are tainted with our often warped and selfish ideas and opinions, and at the end of the day they don't really mean jack sh!t.
Last Friday morning I suddenly and tragically lost a friend. He was more than just a friend, he was my brother (not birthed brother). As some of you may recall, I am a biker and I put on many charity motorcycle rides in the course of a year. I started out doing them for childhood cancer and it progressed from there to the point that I had been organizing/leading 20+ charity rides a year for many worthy causes. So to say I've done over 100 is not an exaggeration.
Anyhow, there's one guy that became my right hand guy. He was 5 years my senior and had been riding for years and hosted a few rides himself. Over the past several years there's not a single ride that he and I didn't discuss many times, planning the routes, places, etc and we always respected one another's opinion and asked for one another's opinions and we always came to solutions together. And during these rides my friend has been by my side for most of them. He was almost always in my left rear view sending me road guards as I requested them. That gave me great comfort.
We were a team. We were brothers. We had one another's back. Most all bikers across a wide stretch of central Alabama know both of us and most felt safe riding in rides managed by him and myself. To a degree I feel lost. We've had to postpone a handful of rides til this current wave of covid blew over, and now I feel as though I am left alone, although there are others that I can call upon, they are not him.
There's more important things in this life than football, baseball, or whatever. If you pray, pray for his 2 sons, his girlfriend and his extended family and friends. He was loved by so many and I loved him like a brother, for he was my brother.
Just gonna leave you with a picture of me on the left and him on the right at the end of one of our many many rides together. It is a FB link so I'm not sure if all can see it. Sorry about the closed eyes, flash got us.
RIP Jimmie Buzbee. I love you brother.
We get caught up in our love for Auburn football so much we get on here and throw darts at one another that are tainted with our often warped and selfish ideas and opinions, and at the end of the day they don't really mean jack sh!t.
Last Friday morning I suddenly and tragically lost a friend. He was more than just a friend, he was my brother (not birthed brother). As some of you may recall, I am a biker and I put on many charity motorcycle rides in the course of a year. I started out doing them for childhood cancer and it progressed from there to the point that I had been organizing/leading 20+ charity rides a year for many worthy causes. So to say I've done over 100 is not an exaggeration.
Anyhow, there's one guy that became my right hand guy. He was 5 years my senior and had been riding for years and hosted a few rides himself. Over the past several years there's not a single ride that he and I didn't discuss many times, planning the routes, places, etc and we always respected one another's opinion and asked for one another's opinions and we always came to solutions together. And during these rides my friend has been by my side for most of them. He was almost always in my left rear view sending me road guards as I requested them. That gave me great comfort.
We were a team. We were brothers. We had one another's back. Most all bikers across a wide stretch of central Alabama know both of us and most felt safe riding in rides managed by him and myself. To a degree I feel lost. We've had to postpone a handful of rides til this current wave of covid blew over, and now I feel as though I am left alone, although there are others that I can call upon, they are not him.
There's more important things in this life than football, baseball, or whatever. If you pray, pray for his 2 sons, his girlfriend and his extended family and friends. He was loved by so many and I loved him like a brother, for he was my brother.
Just gonna leave you with a picture of me on the left and him on the right at the end of one of our many many rides together. It is a FB link so I'm not sure if all can see it. Sorry about the closed eyes, flash got us.
RIP Jimmie Buzbee. I love you brother.
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