I haven't really felt like bloggin' much since I heard Ace was in a bad auto accident and wasn't doing too good. His 1980 Corvette was hit from behind at a high rate of speed and knocked into a field where it burst into flames. He was pulled from the burning vehicle through the windshield, but not before he was severely burned himself - and breathed in fumes from melting fiberglass. Ace was in bad shape, but I did hear he walked a bit from the wreckage. He was laid up in the hospital for a couple days while his organs failed and he went downhill. They pulled the plug - and just like that - Ace is now riding in a pack of good memories.
You see, Ace was this domineering figure. A solid, muscle kind of a man that makes a good core for a biker. A Harley rider (FXR). A family guy. A worker. A wrench. Ace could build a motorcycle and ride it fast. This guy was always a bit silent, maybe even a little shy, until you got him started. He had more stories on life, riding . . . all kinds of crazy stuff he saw and did. He'd do anything to help you. - and was the first one to lend a hand when needed. I hung with him for a few hours on Sturgis Main Street one year, just me and Ace. Watchin' bikes, laughin' at people. It was huge for me to hang with Ace. I took the above photo in front of Gunner's Lounge as he left for the night. A moment I'll never forget.
For someone not versed in public speaking, I heard him give one of the most touching eulogies at Critter's funeral just two years ago. Now Critter and Ace are riding side-by-side on the eternal highway in heaven. Long live the memory of ACE (Lynn Maynard Weedman). He even had a cool legal name I thought . . .
All his friends and family will really miss him.
