This past Saturday was bittersweet. The celebration of the life of Dave Nunez took place. A beautiful afternoon and a beautiful setting.
Before the gathering, myself and a bunch of the shopnight guys banded together for our own celebration, the way we know Dave would've liked. A pack of bikes and a couple of bar stops. Just like old times. It was the shovelhead's maiden voyage, one I'll never forget. We drank and shared some laughs, drank bud lights in Dave's honor.
After many a pint, we headed to the celebration to find tons of friends and family, people who loved Dave as much as we do. Tons of food, tons of drink. It was awesome to see everyone. Folks from here and there, most of whom I've never met before, we all shared a common bond.
Upon our departure, a request came in for a burnout. Pretty eyes obliged this request, leaving a massive, billowing cloud of white smoke. Fuck. Yes. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes, and tore ass back to the shop.
Upon arrival at the shop, the celebration continued. Drinking, laughing, and shit talking ensued. Pretty eyes did his best to finish off his tire, one lone wheelie was had. Good times with great friends.
We mourned the loss of a great friend, and celebrated the life
of a true brother. Our brotherhood is now minus one, however, he is gone, but not forgotten.
Rest in peace Dave.
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