Requiescat In Pace
Furp was a good man. We had met off and on at cons, and online to various extents. And heard plenty of stories while he was in Kyrgyzstan. But, it wasn't until this Christmas when he was back in California, getting ready for his next job in Twentynine Palms that I really got to know him well in person.
He rejuvinated my desire to get a motorcycle when he purchased his Ninja last month. We both went gear shopping at the wonderful Orange County Motorsports in Santa Ana. It was a great afternoon, followed by a full evening of Shabu Shabu, and then shooting the shit for the remainder of the night.
He always had a great sense of humour, and was very sarcastic, but it worked.
Last week, we both (by chance) met at OC Motorsports again, chatting with Kit. I was just on my way out as he was pulling in. But seeing him get so excited about the new GPS unit he purchased for the bike, and going to get it installed before the furry gathering that night. He truly enjoyed life. Still makes me chuckle thinking of him wearing his fleece pajamas underneath his clothing under his gear to keep warm for the the long bike ride through the desert.
He was kind and considerate of others until the end. Making sure that everyone was tended to, that there wasn't any more he could offer. And I'll remember him for this.
May you rest in peace.
He rejuvinated my desire to get a motorcycle when he purchased his Ninja last month. We both went gear shopping at the wonderful Orange County Motorsports in Santa Ana. It was a great afternoon, followed by a full evening of Shabu Shabu, and then shooting the shit for the remainder of the night.
He always had a great sense of humour, and was very sarcastic, but it worked.
Last week, we both (by chance) met at OC Motorsports again, chatting with Kit. I was just on my way out as he was pulling in. But seeing him get so excited about the new GPS unit he purchased for the bike, and going to get it installed before the furry gathering that night. He truly enjoyed life. Still makes me chuckle thinking of him wearing his fleece pajamas underneath his clothing under his gear to keep warm for the the long bike ride through the desert.
He was kind and considerate of others until the end. Making sure that everyone was tended to, that there wasn't any more he could offer. And I'll remember him for this.
May you rest in peace.