On Wednesday, September 6, 1995 at 12:00:00 AM UTC-7, bw...@best.com wrote:   
   > This text was printed in the Canadian Biker, September 1995 issue,   
   >   
   > It was forwarded to me.   
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   >   
   > Subject: On the passing of Marla Garber Columnist for SuperCycleMagazine as   
   > printed as a Memorial   
   >   
   > MARLA S. GARBER:   
   > February 18, 1958 - June 29, 1995   
   >   
   > The gals would look   
   > and grab their men   
   > The guys would look twice   
   > and then again   
   >   
   > She had sunshine eyes   
   > and perfect teeth   
   > Wrapped in a smile   
   > you just couldn't beat   
   > (Am I leaving something out?!!0   
   >   
   > She made every party   
   > and she wrote to tell   
   > How the Harley half lived   
   > and she lived it well   
   >   
   > Marla rode with the wind on the beach, through the snow   
   > with the same dog Skooter   
   > 	she rode.....   
   > 		she rode.....   
   > As hard and as fast and as far as any she did go.....   
   >   
   > Happy trails Marla,   
   > Nancy Irwin   
   >   
   > If you are very, very lucky in life, you may someday find a person who will   
   give   
   > you friendship as uncompromising, loyalty as unwavering, and support as rock   
   > solid as Marla gave me for the past eight years.  If you are even luckier,   
   that   
   > magical someone won't ever ride off and get killed, leaving you   
   > owing them an inficity of debts that can never be repaid.   
   >   
   > Though Marla lived and did most of her work in the States for the past   
   decade,   
   > you should know that it was always the "Canadian", not the American flag,   
   > which flew behind her in the wind, it was always the "Canadian" flag that   
   > proudly hung in the bedroom of every house she ever lived in, and it is the   
   > "Canadian" flag - the one she carried with her from house to house - that I   
   > will be taking to Toronto and placing over her casket abou;t 48 hours from   
   > now.   
   >   
   > So, if you can, tak 30 seconds sometime to say a silent goodbye to a   
   remarkable   
   > woman who proudly carried the emblem of your country - and its bikers - over   
   > 750,000 miles, from the muddy ruts of Northern Alaska to the streets of   
   Paris.   
   > Thank you.   
   > Elliot Borin, SuperCycle Magazine   
   >   
   > Although we'd been aware of each other previously, it was Trev (Deeley) who   
   > actually introduced us in Daytona in 1991.  I visited with her again in   
   > Whitehorse, Yukon in '92; how fitting that it was at opposite ends of the   
   > continent.  I remember a surprisingly soft spoken and shy woman with subtle   
   > indications of depth of character not yet plumbed.  Her provocative   
   appearance   
   > and nomadic lifestyle astride her Harley-Davidson fanned the flames of legend   
   > as she lived life on her terms.   
   >   
   > No matter where a person rode, it was in the wake of Marla and Skooter.  In   
   the   
   > words of Roger Hull, she'd "been there, done that."   
   >   
   > Our motorcycling community will miss her free spirit.   
   >   
   > Here's to you, Marla.  Ride free forever,   
   > Ann Vandrick   
   >   
   > Eighteen years ago, I first saw Marla trailing way behind the pack on a   
   little jap   
   > bike.  In those days, women weren't allowed to ride with the men and jap   
   bikes   
   > weren't allowed, period.   
   >   
   > As the years rolled by, Marla wound up packing on the miles like no man I   
   ever   
   > met, so much so that it would only take her three years to completely wear   
   out a   
   > big FLHT.   
   >   
   > She would ride across the continent for a dental appointment, from L.A> to   
   > Toronto.   
   >   
   > I once offered to buy dinner and Marla rode 500 miles for "all U can eat   
   > lobster"!  She then left afterwards for a 1500-mile ride back the same way   
   she   
   > came in.   
   >   
   > Marla died with her boots on in a way that every true biker would like to go.   
   > Problem is that it was way too soon.   
   >   
   > Postscript:  Liz and I tried to adopt Skooter, who survived the crash, but we   
   > were at the back of a lineup of 20 people.   
   > Donny Petersen   
   >   
   > She rode with the wind, snow and rain, never knowing, never asking, she   
   > sometimes had the right to complain.   
   >   
   > The road was her master, the bike was her key to unlock all that lies within   
   you   
   > and me.   
   >   
   > As her camera outlined the image she saw her mind knew to remember the   
   > taste, the smell the sound of it all.   
   >   
   > When she started the engine and off she rode the memory of all would begin to   
   > unfold.  With the wind blowing gently in her face, she would start to recall   
   the   
   > place.  With each passing mile her sould would create until the last mile was   
   > rode and the engine needed a break, and before the engine could begin to cool   
   > her mind gave control to her hands that would now rule, and as her hands fell   
   > upon the keys they revealed it all, and she told the story great or small.   
   >   
   > And now she is a legend for all to recall, and she left a story with us all.   
   >   
   > So remember now, The Legend lives within our souls beneath our skin.   
   >   
   > May God bless each and every one of you.  May He give you strength when you   
   > need it most.  May He lead you down your paths in life, and keep you safe.    
   God   
   > will never give you more than you can handle, He does not make circumstances   
   > happen, but does allow them to.  I ask Him now to continue to   
   > watch over us, as every action has a reaction we will need Him to show us the   
   > way.  I thank The Lord Jesus now for the future no matter what it holds.   
   > Beth Gardner   
   >   
   > "It certainly gave me something to think about.  After all, I'm not happy   
   with   
   > the roads I'm on.  I'm always in search of a better one."  (SuperCycle, July   
   > 1992)  As Rabi Dolgin reflected on these words of an article Marla had   
   > written... I felt an even greater loss to think that Marla may have never   
   found   
   > what she was searching for.  But, in her search, she left memories for   
   > those who knew her.   
   >   
   > Writing was the thread that ran throughout Marla's life and would weave the   
   > various people and places together.  Even after Marla's passing she was still   
   > able to bring together friends and family.   
   >   
   > And with the next ring of a bell, we'll be thinking of you, and hoping you   
   get   
   > your Wings (Harley of course).  May Your Spirit Ride High.   
   > Magy K. King   
      
   Thinking of Marla this day July 27 2016 John "WRONGWAY" Dixon   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)