Jim Barfield

My lifelong friend Jim Barfield was struck from behind and killed by a drunk driver. It had been his lifelong dream to own a Harley Davidson, and he’d not had the bike for even twenty-four hours when he was run down at a redlight. Instead of Jim attending his first Bike Night at the Loose Moose Saloon on Monday night, we were having his visitation at the funeral home. He hadn’t had the time to introduce himself to the local riding community, and none of the local bikers even knew his name until they read it in the paper. It is indeed a shame that they never had the pleasure; he was a fine, fine man, and would have been an great asset to the riding community. He leaves behind a fiancee, the four children he raised all alone as a single father, and scores of grieving friends. Joe Day