NMMRO - In Memory of David Norman Berry

Cory passed February 24, 2008 at the age 23. Cory was a gentle caring young man. He was a hard worker who gave of himself freely. He enjoyed writing and playing music as well as being with friends and family. He was actively involved in various organizations promoting motorcycle rights. He will be remembered as a wonderful son, brother, uncle and friend.

Cory served on the NMMRO board for just a few months but he made a positive difference in the work that we do and he touched our lives.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for dear brothers and sisters who have gone before me have safeguarded and paved the way.”

The New Mexico motorcycling community was shocked and saddened by the death of Dave Berry on December 23, 2003. Dave was known for his "Route 66, Your Unauthorized Harley Dealership" in Edgewood, Moriarty, and Albuquerque. He was a tireless advocate for motorcyclists' rights through his work as a board member for the New Mexico Motorcycle Rights Organization, as State Deputy Coordinator for ABATE of New Mexico, and with First Mountain ABATE.

Dave was known to virtually the entire motorcycling community in New Mexico, and will be keenly missed.

Mad Jack was a member of ABATE of New Mexico and a was very vocal about motorcyclists rights.

Partners

What tired old hands placed you there long ago?
How many tales of the road do you know?
Old scooter you've aged brittle and hard,
Your tires are worn, your chrome is scarred.
You were owned by some hard fisted biker no doubt,
Who is now old and leathery and, like you worn out.
Who when riding through rainstorms to head to the coast,
At times trailed the pack, and ate dust like a roast.
Your paint is all scarred and burned from the sun,
How many ol' ladys have you made pack up and run?
Did you witness the courage of stouthearted men,
Who faced into the wind, as they say they did then?
Those worn old chaps lying there by your side,
Could they tell of the rides, restless and wide?
Were those conchos once shiny, now covered with rust?
Were those patches once new, now covered with dust?
Did the legs those chaps covered once stride through doors,
And mingle with honeys on old dance hall floors?
Did those legs that they covered, love a sweet laughing maid,
Were those chaps hung over your seat, as they danced and played?
Can you smell the hard liquor, remember the fights,
Brothers playing poker, far into the night?
Old scooter now sits, in that old wooden shed,
Spokes and rims rusty, and with the leathers of the dead.
You've known men of courage, and foolhardy deeds,
Who fought with their fists, road big iron steeds.
The end of the trail must come to the best,
but you served many your purpose,
Now you may rest.
R. M. J. 85'

Larry August served as secretary of the NMMRO board for several years. Larry is remembered for his free spirit, playing his guitar at ABATE campouts and his sincere love of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.