Mike was a warm and loving man. I find comfort in knowing he left this world doing what he has loved his whole life. I cant help but think of things I never would have learned, seen or done without our time together:
I never would have saw the Pink Floyd Lazarium light show in SF.
My first concert would not have been the Tubes.
I would have never learned to drive a stick shift, listening to Black Sabbath in surround sound on the hills of SF.
My senior trip would not have been 6 weeks in an 18 wheeler traveling across the country.
I wouldnt know where Klute Texas is or that the entire contents of the Burger King built there from tile to toilets fit into one 40 ft. trailer.
I would have never tasted freshly caught and cooked abalone.
I would never have saw a baby great white from an aluminum fishing boat while his cousin and him were in the water, diving in Monterey.
I would have never learned to crab and that the best bait for crabbing is dead fish heads in a plastic bag, left out in the sun all day.
I wouldnt have learned to drive an 18 wheeler and I wouldnt have gotten my snow and ice experience on the great divide or learned to drive in the tule fog on I 5.
I would have never been part of some of the greatest CBing truck convoys during the 70s.
I never would have lived in Moab, Utah, however brief, it was an adventure.
There are so many things I never would have done if I hadnt known Mike. The most important, our two sons Jesse and Joe and our grandchildren, Jesse Jr. and Lillian Rose.
My sincerest sympathy goes out to Lisa and the rest of Mikes family.
To Mike, the Transtar well be 10-10 til we do it again. This is from the Sunbird who is going 10-7, over and out.