I've said my sad things in Facebook posts, now I'm moving on to the great memories. Jason made his way to SFO a couple of times, he even brought Sonya last year. It was awesome having them both there! But I think my fondest memory of Jason is from 2018. The usual crew, we call ourselves the Dixie Desperados, was en route to BigJohn's Black Hills Roundup and passing through Grand Tetons N.P. where we encountered another FJR. Next thing you know, Jason pulled up next to me, lifted his modular helmet and with that big ole smile on his face he gave me the usual fist bump. We had bought a few sandwiches and cold snacks back in Jackson Hole so I told him we were headed to have a picnic and asked him to please come join us. We broke bread together that day in one of the most magical places on earth.... it was a special day indeed.
Many of you will also recognize another familiar face in the bottom left of this picture, Jim Parsons, who also left us behind back in September 2021. I suppose Jim and Jason are now doing wheelies and shit together. RIP Jim and Jason both, you each have left huge holes in all of our hearts.
