I met John a few years ago at a mutual friend's house. We talked motorcycles for the most part. As he was leaving he suggested a ride together and gave me his phone number. That's when I realized who I had been talking to for the last couple hours. I asked if he was the
John Fischer of Palisade fame. His eyes sparked, a smirk came over his face. "Yes I am" was his modest answer.
We recently worked together on a part time job. I asked for his input on a motorcycle guiding idea I've been working on. Training in first aid was his biggest suggestion. He showed me his new bike and talked about the thrill riding it brought him.
The news of his passing hit me hard. I nearly collided with a calf a few weeks ago. On Wednesday I took a long ride up and over the White Mountains on my motorcycle, stopping at a big view area on the dirt road to say goodbye. My eye traced the Palisade skyline and my thoughts wandered freely. It was good for my soul.
Goodbye John, and thanks for being.