KMG_365 Posted February 19, 2007 Share Posted February 19, 2007 Glen "Gleno" McIntosh was an amazing man, husband, father, grandfather, son, mentor, rider, mechanic, generous soul, comedian and my "brother from another mother". He was killed at around 9:30 pm on Tuesday, February 6th, 2007. He was riding home with a few other bikes when a car ran a stop sign and split his riding group--he was not leading for a change, having handed the honor to another rider in the club. Ironically, they were just coming from a dinner with other members of his beloved "Sin City Sportbikes" group (of which he was the president) where Gleno was organizing a blood drive for another member severely injured in a previous crash. The memorial service was held on Sunday, February 11th, 2007 in Boulder City, NV, where Gleno lived with his wife, Terri, his daughter Allyson, and grandkids Madison and Connor. Randy's son Ryan had bought a Ducati 996 upon his return from his first deployment to Iraq. When he was sent to training at Pendleton for re-deployment he couldn't keep a bike on base. Gleno had offered to store it for him and fix it up (new tires, tune-up, etc.) in preparation for his return from the Middle East. We wanted to get it off of Terri's plate so "seanc" stepped up to bring it back to SD for shipping to Randy in Georgia. Since Leslie was still not able to ride (crappy appendix!), we gave Sean a ride out in our car and he rode the 996 back home to SD with Michael "STIR". I'll let Sean tell that story! Tom "T.M.Roe" aka "Fast MoFo Roe" showed up with Nicole "ocupante". It was a treat to see him again and to meet Nicole. For those who haven't had the pleasure, Thomas "Jefferson" Roe doesn't post much anymore, but he was one of the founding fathers of the spirit of this place, and one of the original drafters of the concepts of "Tech Daze" "UnRallies" "Pied Piper Tours" and BMWST.com's "Declaration of Spreading the Love"! BTW, Lisa "90% angel" is not really wearing that sombrero, it's actually nailed to the wall behind her. Though it does look cute on her! More shots from dinner on Saturday night at one of Gleno's favorite Mexican restaurants. "russell_bynum" and Lisa "90% angel" Mark "BigMak", maker of the wonderful BMA flip-up tank bags we BMWST.commers all know and love so much! Michael "STIR", aka "The Bridman of Torrey" after not one--BUT TWO--bird strikes on one fateful trip to Utah! Sean "seanc" before his ride home on the Duc 996 when he could still walk upright! Sammy "sgendler" and Tiffany ordering dinner. Gleno was Best Dude at their wedding. Some of the shots of Glen and Terri dancing that were posted to the DB were from that day. "RussellW" and "norah" at dinner. I didn't want to interrupt their ordering as we were all pretty hungry. "Les_is_more" hugging Tom "azkaisr" at dinner. Tom was the mastermind behind logistics of the last MLK weekend DVD ride in Pahrump, NV last month. Thanks again, Tom! Fernando and Penny Belair. Rodger "Signman" aka "Rajneesh" and Sue Blakey. The "Signman" has at least three different Gleno memorial stickers for sale. If you need any (for a donation to the family trust fund) contact him via PM here on the DB. "ArizonaAl", aka "the Earplug Guy", and Marco "glockster". Sorry about the lousy light in this series of shots, but these were all stills taken from my cheap-o Cannon digital camera shooting video clips without a flash. Roy "roydog" and "GeorgeLT". "GeorgeLT" and Mikko "The Flying Finn". Nancy "gottago" and Gary May. T. M. Roe says: "Bring it!" Bob "Killer", Les and Nicole. Kent "Pilgrim", Russell and Lisa. Phil "1bmwfan" and "HotJamie" "2bmwfan" arrived late as they were bringing Richard "BeniciaRT_GT" in their cage and we all know about Richard's penchant for punctuality! Eric "ericfoerster" and "Wurty" enjoying a post dinner cigar out on the verandah. Oh look! Richard "BeniciaRT_GT" finally showed up! I'm sure he'll try to blame Phil and HotJamie for his tardiness this time as well. It looks like Howard "PhillyFlash" isn't buying it either! Sammy "sgendler" and "JerryMather" enjoying the smoky air. One of my fondest early memories from this DB was chasing Jerry on the canyon roads heading back to LA smelling that cheroot he was always smoking. At that time fresh from his Harley days, he rode with an open face helmet and I'd catch a whiff every now and again as I'd try to keep up with him in the twisties on our RT's. I stood no hope of catching him of course, but I could always tell which way he went by following my nose! "russell_bynum", Jamie "KMG_365" aka "CoolJamie" (to avoid confusion), and Kent "Pilgrim". Jamie "2bmwfan" aka "HotJamie" (for obvious reasons), Lisa "90% angel" (but if you met her you'd swear it was more than just 90%), and Leslie "Les_is_more" . . . and let me tell you--it CERTAINLY is! As they were posing for this shot Pilgrim says: "Boy, there's enough teeth there for THREE mouths!" Some of us met for breakfast the next morning before the services. Phil "1bmwfan" is far left and the rest you've seen already if you got this far. Before the official start of the services, many folks were already filing in and greeting Teri and the family. Someone at the back of the room called out: "Here come the bikes!" and most of us then went outside to watch them ride down the road past the "Lighthouse" and turn in down at the corner. It was a VERY moving sight seeing somewhere between 150-200 bikes of ALL makes and models--ridden by folks from ALL walks of life--all there to honor Gleno. The building itself was FAR too small to house the 500 or so folks who came. Most of the riders just filed in to pay their respects to Teri, the family and Gleno and to touch his casket, but they didn't stay. There was no way they could all fit inside and I heard there were more folks standing around outside than were inside at one point. Kent and Leslie watching the parade of bikes arriving at the "Lighthouse". Gleno's younger son, Andrew was in his military dress uniform and before the services began had laid his cap on the casket. It made for a very striking image. Next to the casket was errected a collection of pictures of Gleno on an easel. Like Lisa's slideshow set to music, it was very moving to look at. Another little known facet to Gleno's fascinating and complex nature--revealing yet more of his wide range of talents and interests: Gleno was a Master Mason as was his father and grandfather before him. The Christian Service was followed by a Masonic Service which was very beautiful and filled with reverence, tradition and poingancy. It was conducted by various "officers" of the "lodge" who wore necklaces signifying their rank within the lodge. Here are the "Master" of Gleno's "lodge" and the "Deacon". The man on the far left I believe was from the funeral home and helped out with the service. They are wearing a formal version of the traditional apron worn by the Masons as a symbol hearkening back to the days when the "Practical Masons" wore them to protect their clothing as they worked. The Masons had rows of seats reserved at one side of the room. They stood during parts of the Christian service and while participating in the Masonic Service which followed. The ceremony included readings from the bible and also much ceremonial recitation done from memory. The gentleman in the front of this shot presented a pure white apron of lambskin to the congregation, gave a brief explanation of its significance and then laid it on the casket to be buried with Gleno. There was a large line of mourners who filed by the family and Gleno's casket before the service began. After the procession of bikes arrived, there was a constant long line of riders in full gear who processed through the front of the room. There were almost twice as many attendees as there was room inside the building. In this pic as in the previous one, you can see more folks lining the walls and filling the doorways as many tried to find a place to stand to hear the service. A lot of the riders had to stand outside and some did not stay for the entire service so it was hard to estimate a total number of attendees. Again, these pics were taken from a video clip and as I panned around, I saw Andrew standing and watching Lisa's beautiful slideshow. It was hard to watch him watching the slideshow and softly shaking with grief. The beautiful music Lisa chose for the slideshow added a powerful dimension to the emotion of the event. If I find a way to edit and host/post the video clips, I'll get them up as well. When the Masonic ceremony was concluded, the Masons rose again and six of them surrounded Gleno's casket and each taking a handle, bore him away to the waiting hearse. This clip-still was taken just as the Masons came to carry Gleno out. The younger man at the right of this shot was dressed in full riding leathers and riding boots, and wearing his Masonic apron over top of them. With his long black dreadlocks and full riding gear, he made a striking--yet somehow very fitting--contrast to the other older, more formally dressed Masons in the recessional. Again Gleno showed how he touched folks from all over the globe and from all parts of society. They whisked him away mercifully swiftly as this was another of the hardest parts of the day for me. The actual burial itself was a private Masonic ceremony at the graveside and the rest of us were not allowed to attend. It was very powerful to see these honorable men bearing testament to Gleno's fellowship and memory . . . and then bearing their fallen brother's body off to be laid in the ground in the tradition of their brotherhood handed down through the years. Glenos older son, Jon, gave me a CD to play the first song from at the conclusion of the masonic service: "Say Hello To Heaven" by "Temple Of The Dog". It was a loud, grunge rock ballad--and yet another wild study in contrasts during the day--though the lyrics were still hard-hitting through the raucous music. --------- Please, mother mercy Take me from this place And the long winded curses I keep hearing in my head Words never listen And teachers never learn Now Im warm from the candle But I feel too cold to burn He came from an island And he died from the street He hurt so bad like a soul breaking But he never said nothing to me So say hello to heaven New like a baby Lost like a prayer The sky was your playground But the cold ground was your bed Poor stargazer Shes got no tears in her eyes Smooth like whisper She knows that love heals all wounds with time Now it seems like too much love Is never enough, you better seek out Another road cause this one has Ended abrupt, say hello to heaven I never wanted To write these words down for you With the pages of phrases Of things well never do So I blow out the candle, and I put you to bed Since you cant say to me Now how the dogs broke your bone Theres just one thing left to be said Say hello to heaven ------------ (lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/temple+of+the+dog/say+hello+to+heaven_20135625.html ) After the ceremony, the crowds began to break up and Gleno's mother, Audrey, approached me to thank me for helping out with the music. I had brought my laptop and my Bose "wave radio" to play an mp3 of a Scottish Bagpipe band playing "Amazing Grace" sometime during the weekend if there was an appropriate occasion. When I talked to Terri Saturday night, she said it was one of Glen's favorites and asked me to play it after the Christian service and before the Masonic service. Lisa had also made a fantastic tribute slideshow set to music and you can find it here: http://bmwsporttouring.com/ubbthreads/showflat.php/Cat/0/Number/811032/an/0/page/0/vc/1 I didn't bring the right patch cords to play it through the TV they had set-up, but I set up my PowerBook on the stand in front of the TV and piped the music through the Bose. I put it on loop for a bit before the ceremonies started and some folks stood and watched it and sobbed. I got a LOT of glowing compliments on the slideshow and everyone asked for copies. I told them I was just the A/V dude and pointed them all to Lisa. I would like to compile her original High-res version with the other videos, slideshows, pictures and music and make DVD's/CD's for the family and perhaps make them available to his internet family for sale as a fund raiser for the memorial trust fund. Here, Gleno's mom tells Lisa, Russell and Leslie a tale from Gleno's childhood. In some ways it seemed like he hadn't changed much since he was eight years old! You can really see the resemblance between Gleno and his mom in this picture. These last dozen shots or so were also stills taken from video clips. I was a complete wreck emotionally, but trying to focus on helping with the music, and trying to remember to snap a few pics for the rest of the family on the BMWSportTouring.com DB who could not attend helped me keep it together better. More bonding after the ceremony. L-R: Michael "SageRider", "Steves1150", "Dennis Andress", Kent "Pilgrim", Leslie "Les_is_more". Paul "GelStra" and "Mrs. GelStra". Paul is taking a picture of the photo collage next to the casket. Bob "voyagers" and Leslie. The previous picture was actually part of a "Bob sandwich" with Bob "Killer", but as he dosed off for a bit, I didn't think he'd notice being cropped out! Duelling Jamie's: Hot ("2bmwfan") and Cool ("KMG_365")! Lisa holding Jack (Twiss), Paul "GelStra" and "Mrs. GelStra". We tried to gather those who were still around after the ceremony for a group pic. Counting SO's and those who had to leave immediately after the ceremony there was probably over 50 folks from BMWST.com representing. They rode and drove and flew in from states far and wide: Washington, Texas, Utah, California, Chicago, Arizona . . . why, there was even one from Nevada! As yet another testament to Gleno's reach and instant friend-making powers, there were over half a dozen folks from the Pacific Northwest Riders DB ( www.pnwriders.com ). Ramona, one of their riders had posted to the Sin City Sportbikes site early last year that she was going to be in the Vegas area in March and wanted to do some riding. Of course Gleno spread out the "Welcome" mat as he always does and they hit it off. She told him about her DB back home and Gleno joined up shortly thereafter. Glen flew up to visit the PNW crew for New Years' just six weeks ago--the first time any of the rest of them had met him in the flesh. Barely over a month later Gleno's dead, but the impact he had on their group in such a short time was eveident by the PNW DB's strong showing at the memorial. I only got to meet Ramona "crazylady" (who Gleno christened Marona, of course) briefly before the ceremony began. I noticed that their crew all wore black T-Shirts with their DB's URL on the front and some had strips of white tape down the arms with what looked like other DB members' "handles" on them to represent at the memorial. VERY cool idea for those who couldn't make it in person--I wish I'd thought of it myself . . . but I sincerely hope I never have to steal the idea myself someday. Mad props to the PNW Crew for steppin' up for Gleno in a big way! Gleno's other moto family of Beemer riders sends you their thanks! My amazing wife, Leslie "Les_is_more" aka "Mama Hoon": Proprietrix and Chief Keeper of the Peace at BMWSportTouring.com . . . which is also known on certain corners of the world wild web as "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood". A title we wear proudly when most of the rest of the moto-web is looking more like "The Jerry Springer Show" every year. Phil and HotJamie "1+2bmwfans" found this T-Shirt at Target! How cool is that? "Jim Shoop", "DavidEBSmith" aka "Eebie", and Leslie. HotJamie "2bmwfan" and Phil "1bmwfan". L-R: "Jim Shoop", CoolJamie "KMG_365", "steveknapp", "DavidEBSmith", Greg "ghaverkamp", Leslie "Les_is_more", "russell_bynum", Phil "1bmwfan", Mark "WURTY" (yes, his real name really is just "Mark" ), and "JerryMather". A few of us stopped by Terri's place after dinner on Sunday night to say goodnight. I snapped this pic of the top of their fridge. This was Gleno's "second favorite" way to "spice things up a bit"! Yes, his life was short--too short!! . . . but he did take the scenic route every chance he got. We stayed until Monday morning and stopped by Gleno's graveside to say our final farewells. It was incredibly sad. We stayed for almost two hours and Leslie poured out some of the grief she had been storing up. Being a gifted Empath, she also deposited some of the grief she had absorbed from the mourners present at the weekend as well. We sat and cried together and cursed and mourned and reminisced and tried to move through to the other side where we could envision our new world without Gleno in it. It is an ongoing process and one which only time will ease the burden of. It took me quite a while to collect myself enough to take these shots, but again I thought on all of his internet family who could not be there in the real world. I cried for all of you too as I recorded these images. If you would like to visit his gravesite yourself someday, plug this waypoint into your GPS: N 35* 58.099' W 114* 49.295' It is in the Boulder City Cemetary (not too far from the famous Hoover Dam) on the far opposite corner to the cemetary's entrance. (Note that it is not the larger Vetrans' Memorial Cemetary to the west). After we had more than a good hour to say our private goodbye's, two other cars pulled up. It was Gleno's parents and Lance "INFERNL" (from Gleno's Sin City Sportbikes site who also recently joined up on BMWST.com as well). Russell and Lisa Bynum had followed them over too. We all had a very nice visit and it felt like a nice way to put closure on the weekend for us. We will never forget our brother Gleno. He was very much like a true brother to both of us. He had a way of causing you to laugh your ass off and cry and curse him--all in practically the same breath. But what he specialized in most was living life to the fullest and sharing his zest for life--and especially motorcycling--with anyone and absolutely everyone he met. He was an ambassador for the sport as well as one of the most loving and generous souls it has ever been my priveledge to know. The world will not see the likes of Gleno McIntosh ever again, and we as a species are all diminished because of this unfathomable loss. "May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you In the palm of his hand." May the road truly rise to meet your wheels and may your tires stick like glue as you hoon down Heaven's twisty highways. I would like to end this paean to my brother Gleno on a more positive note--'cause I just know that he would kick my ass if I didn't, and I know I'll meet him on the other side someday. I will close with some of my favorite quotes from Richard Bach (from "Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah) . . . regarding friendship: Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years. Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends. The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof. Ride in Peace, my brother. I'll see you again beyond the far horizon someday . . . and we'll go for a long ride together. Link to comment
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