By: Rick Gammons
Mike Reavis was my friend. Sounds familiar doesn't it. It's depressing to keep burying my friends, and it seems that they keep coming too fast.
Mike and I met in 1969, in the hospital. He was diagnosed diabetic, and so was I. It kinda gave us common ground. He and I also went to the same school.
After a while, I moved and he remained. It was quite some time before we hooked up again, but when we did. Motorcycles were already a part of both our lives. He also loved cars, loud, fast cars.
He was having problems with his diabetes when we caught up. I was too, but not like his. He was beginning to lose some of his eyesight. That is devastating to a biker, but he continued as best he could, only riding during the day so he could see. As time went on, Mike dealt with what he had to and was instrumental in the care of his mom. This cut into his riding time, but Mike was a man who did not complain. He was what he needed to be. You knew who Mike was. He pulled no punches. You could count on him and he held his friends in high regard. He never met a stranger.
A few weeks ago, Mike died of a heart attack. I've had two and survived. His first one got him. So now he is riding the endless highway with so many of our brothers and sisters who have passed before.
So, another friend hits the road we all will travel one day. He is worthy. Thanks for bring my friend. See you soon.
Mike Reavis 1958 - 2016