Friday, January 30, 2026
I've known Brother Tony for over two decades he was a kind soul, he was a big Brother to me. We would talk about work related things, life's ups and downs, a little aviation here and there but we talked the most about our shared appreciation for motorcycles.
I remember riding with him one Saturday afternoon, we rode through the forks of the credit and I think heading south the road changes to Mississauga road. We passed a camp site to the right and then a school if memory serves me right and then there it was, in front of us a long stretch of open road. No traffic, no traffic lights, no pedestrians, no stop signs, not a vehicle in sight. There we were, two grown men on high performance motorcycles going up and down that beautiful stretch of roadway. We were like two kids who visited an amusement park for the first time. Man we pushed those motorbikes to their limits that day and yes you're right, there is an inherent danger in operating a motorcycle especially at high speeds but you ride a sport bike long enough and you become one with the machine, and you experience this exhilarating, zen-like sensation of taking flight... That's what we experienced that afternoon.
We pulled to the side of the road at the end, took our helmets off and I got to see the biggest smile I ever saw on Brother Tony's face. Tony wasn't just happy, he was at peace.
That day was priceless, a memory that will stay with me forever. I will miss you Big Brother.
Walk good.
All these years and I had no idea we shared the same middle name.
Norman.
