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In Memory Of Kim Bodell

"Bonz"

Chef, or Daddy Rat led Bones to TTMC and my way. The first time I saw Kim Bodell, that I remember, was at the old house on the hill in Bremo Bluff. The TTMC city folks used it and the yard as a get away. Chef and family had set up a big tent for the weekend of river fun. This new-comer was walking across my yard with a first aid kit strapped to one leg and a .45 strapped on the other side. I later learned his road name was Bones - a fitting name, I suppose.

I witnessed Mr. Bones and his most lovely bride go through many things over the next 14 years. I listened to him pour his heart out to her at their recommitment wedding ceremony at our Bash in '92. I followed behind his ol' sporty one day as it blew one cylinder and I breathed the nasty blue smoke it blew out of one tail pipe for miles as he limped home. But he was still proud of that ol' sporty.

Then there was the time that TTMC was riding up I-95 at 85mph, with a police escort. We were in a pack of bikes that was miles long - yes miles long. We were on the way to D.C. Bones was taking Doe Eyes to her first Rolling Thunder. All of a sudden, a ball of fire came from the sporty, and it was headed for the shoulder. The carb had fallen off! No quick fix this time. He asked me if I would and could take his Ol' Lady on for the run and he would just wait it out for some one to pick him and the ol' sporty up and take them home.

I watched him grow to bigger and better scoots. I also watched him grow in his recovery and peace of mind, body and spirit. He loved his wife, family, Daddy Rat, and a way of life that included motorcycles. He was a good man. If you ever talked to him, you would also know he was a U.S. Marine. May God bless you, Bones, you were a good man.

-Current Third Tradition Motorcycle Club President, Bullet

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Updated: 07/28/2005

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