John C. Wilde
A Tribute
 John C. Wilde, click for larger view |
Growing up I always Idolized my big brother, he is my hero and I always wanted to be just like him. He taught me how to ride and helped me purchase my first motorcycle. John demanded that I wear a helmet, boots, jeans and a jean jacket for protection. John taught me about girls, made sure I knew how to dance, taught me how to defend myself and gave me the tools I needed to become a man. By his actions I would learn of things such as pride, honor, and loyalty. I learned from him how to be "Righteous".
I will remember him. The Special forces flag will fly beneath the American flag in front of my house, as per John's request I will display a headstone beneath that flag, that will read, In Memory, John C. Wilde Here lays an old war dog. Mission complete. He's going home.
I think of John every time I throw a leg over my motorcycle. I remember his skill and riding ability, no one could out ride him, many tried. I remember those Fiam air horns from his Rocket three BSA. John new nothing of backing down, and was always up for the dare. Many, many times he would take the challenge to race down "O" Street. At first it was against other bikes, then after John reached speeds in excess of 130 mph it became a timed challenge. He would travel down "O" street 120, 130, 140.. Hang a left on 70th street and hit those loud air horns, I would hear him coming, throw open the garage door, and slam it shut behind him. We would set there with all the lights out looking out the windows for police cars, some times we would see them go by slowly other times the went straight down 70th or never even saw him make the turn off "O" street. They never where able to catch him. That's my big brother, he will live forever in anything I do on two wheels.
I love you John,
Your brother James
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