Jason
Jason's life came to a crashing halt on the night of July l4th, 2002. Going out with his friends, he changed his mind at the last minute and took his motorcycle instead of the truck. A bike is no match for a car and Jason was killed at the corner of Alma School and Summit. Jason loved all things with motors and wheels. He had been riding since before his feet could reach the ground. He knew how to ride and he did so at every chance he got. No matter where or when. He could be found loading up the truck and going even on the hottest of Arizona summer days. He loved Sycamore Creek for dirt bike riding and four-wheeling in his truck. Jason never wanted to be alone. He always had to have a friend with him. We had an active garage and a cul-de-sac full of boys and their trucks.
MY TIME WAS SHORT AND I LIVED LIFE FAST,BUT WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE: I REALLY HAD A BLAST!!
REMEMBER JASON AND SMILE
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