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Layne Creed Part 1 – The Reason Behind the Ride

Velvet says that those who didn’t know her brother Layne “would have loved him if they had. Everyone loved Layne”!

(photo credit: family of Layne Creed)

Layne Creed was evidently such a “people person” that  everyone loved to be around him.  He was quiet until you got to know him, but once you did, he was a man that you wanted to spend time with.   His sister Renee says he was “just amazing” and had a great smile.  He was a giver of time and self and was always willing to lend a hand. He never had children of his own, but he frequently gave time and attention to everyone else’s.  When he wasn’t operating his paving business, Layne loved to spend time on the boat, and to ride horses and motorcycles.

In keeping with his habit of helping others, he spent the day that he died working at the family home on Lake Norman.  After hours of working on the roof, Layne went out on the pontoon boat with 9 others to cool down after the day.  He left his cell phone, wallet and knife with his mother Nancy, and headed out on the boat.  Velvet says that she could hear in his voice that he wasn’t quite himself but when she called him (using his own phone) he said he was just tired.  From the shoreline, she could hear Layne and the others out on the boat, laughing and carrying on.

But it wasn’t too long before all she heard was the panicked calling of Layne’s name.  He had picked up Travis’  wife, Angela, with the intention of playfully throwing her into the water but he ended up going in too … and he never came up.  Velvet frantically called 911 using Layne’s own phone, while friends desperately tried to find him.  They called his name over and over and jumped in to try to find him, all to no avail. It seemed to Velvet that within minutes the place was swarming with first responders.  During this same time, Renee and a carload of friends were on their way out to the lake for the evening.  They ended up riding right in behind all the rescue vehicles and were horrified to find that it was Layne the rescuers were coming to help.  Rescue Squads, Police, and Fire vehicles kept arriving and they all seemed to have come so quickly … even though in her shock Velvet had had trouble remembering the correct address.

For two days, they searched for Layne.  That first night, they searched until it was no longer safe to do so, and then they came back early the next morning and started all over again.  Finally after 48 hours, his body came to the surface and he was found. The family stayed awake for two days … in shock, sadness, and disbelief that he was gone.  How could a man who spent so many years of his life in and around the water, have drowned?  It turns out that he’d had a heart attack and drowned as a result.  It was August 19, 2006 and the year was now doubly devastating.  Joe Creed, the father of Velvet, Layne, Scotty and Renee, had died just 7 months before.

    

(photo credit:  13 Bones wall picture and Layne Creed Memorial Ride FB Page)

Velvet says that she, her mother Nancy, and Renee and Scotty never wanted to have another family live through the horror of those 48 hours … and soon the idea of a Ride for the Rescuers was born.  The many, many tasks that had to be accomplished in planning such a big event gave the family “something to do and it was a way to try to manage the overwhelming grief”.  Over $7000 was raised that first year and was given to the rescuers in Sherrills Ford Fire and Rescue to help with the purchase of an underwater camera.  The donation of that money inspired the rescuers to seek grant funding and ultimately the underwater camera was purchased.  Because of that the Creed family knew that no other family would suffer the way that they had during the long 2 days of searching for Layne.

(photo credit:  Layne Creed FB Page)

According to Layne’s sister, Renee, “That was the most horrible feeling, because we knew where he was, but we had to wait for that sonar a whole day to find him. So that’s why we were so passionate about helping them get their sonar. After we helped them, we wanted to put the money back into our community, because there’s always something that needs to be purchased and you never know when you are going to need help”.  The family just wanted something good to come out of the tragedy of losing Layne.

(photo courtesy of Dale Sands)

There have been 6 rides in memory of Layne since that first one in 2007.  The committee has regular planning meetings that start 4 to 5 months before each year’s ride.  Velvet says that there are so many friends who attend the meetings and help to plan the ride and the Creed family is grateful to each and every one.  The planning has gotten a bit easier each year as the committee has learned how to manage the work load involved in pulling off such a big ride.  The whole family pulls together to plan the ride.  In addition to Velvet and Renee, Layne’s brother Scotty, mother Nancy and brothers-in-law, Ken Ross and Chris Leonard all help with the event each year.  They believe that the large volunteer force, and the many folks who ride, is a testament to the person that Layne was.

The  2012 Layne Creed Memorial Ride raised over $5500, despite the fact that the ride took place in a driving rain.  This year’s money was donated to the Children’s Center of Surry and Yadkin, which provides support services to strengthen family relationships and prevent child abuse.  The Children’s Center received money from the 2011 ride as well.

Velvet says her “heart is overfull” and the family and the committee are grateful that so many people came out to ride even though the weather proved to be such a challenge.  They say that the many hours of work required to ensure a successful and safe ride year after year are worth it when so many people come out to celebrate the life of their loved one, and in his memory, donate money to a variety of causes in the surrounding communities.  Over the past 6 years, more than $34,000 has been raised in the memory of Layne Creed with donations going to Fire and Rescue Departments in Surry, Booneville, Yadkin, and Fall Creek.  In addition, in each of the past 4 years, 2 students have received $250 scholarships to help with expenses at Surry Community College.

(Photo credit Mt Airy News)

The Creed Family recently posted the following statement on the Layne Creed Memorial Ride Facebook Page:

We are so THANKFUL to have so many people help us with all the hard work!  We can not thank you all enough!  You all mean so much to us.  Taking time out of your life to help us organize, and work the ride, and raise money for the Children’s Home of Surry and Yadkin in MEMORY of our beloved LAYNE CREED. Thanks to all of the people and businesses who donated!

AND NOW A BIG THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO RODE THE RIDE!!! WOW! OUR HEARTS MELTED AGAIN WHEN WE SAW JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE CAME OUT ON SATURDAY!!! We had about 60 bikes, 114 people that RODE the ride!!!! YOU ALL ARE GREAT! AND ALL OF THOSE WHO CAME OUT THAT NIGHT, BIG THANKS TO YOU TOO! Hope you all come back next year!
Again we greatly appreciate anyone who helped in any way with this event!
The CREED FAMILY
(photo credit Layne Creed FB Page)
Of the six Layne Creed Memorial Rides, two have been held in significant heat, one on a very cold day, one in the rain and two in perfect riding weather.  Rest assured that no matter the weather, the 7th Annual event will be held in 2013.  It will be a time to honor Layne Creed, beloved family member and friend, and it will be an event that will provide financial support for the community  in which he lived.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Beauty of Bikes

Motorcycles and photography … a combination of  two of my favorite things.   Motorcycles have been in my life for almost 5 years, and photography for about 1.  I’ve taken pictures for years but am just now putting some effort into it.   It’s a natural to combine the two and I’m sure I’ll be taking pictures of bikes for years to come.  This is just the beginning.

Most bikers work hard to make their bikes look good and ride well.  A walk out to my carport right now will reveal the fact that my bike needs some attention to detail.  It takes some time and elbow grease to bring out the beauty and shine in a bike and the time I’ve had with the bike lately has been spent riding it, not cleaning it.

Yikes!

Others have done better than I and I’ve had fun taking pictures of bikes the last couple weeks. Billy has been riding this 2003 Road King for 9 years.

  

  

Not all of my friends ride HDs but many of them do.

  

  

Another friend recently bought this bike and he finally has it back on the road after some repairs and upgrades. Check out the Sharkey’s sign reflected in the pipe.

  

Sharkey’s is a locally owned restaurant and bar, and at any given time, especially in the evening and on weekends, a line of bikes can usually be seen.  http://www.sharkeyswingandribjoint.com/

  

A couple of the pictures that follow were taken with my cell phone camera and while they are not great photos, they do show how bikers work to make their machines look unique.

    

I love the combination of black and chrome …

  

But the colors are pretty too.

 

   

There’s something about that line of bikes that I love to shoot, whether parked in front of a beverage establishment …

… or riding down the road.

So until next time … Ride Safe and Have Fun!

I know I sure will!

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Learning To Ride, Part 2

So the search for the “middle bike” was on and at the suggestion of a friend, I turned to Ebay.

Now, I had never bought anything off of Ebay, let alone a motorcycle, so I was pretty ignorant about buying and selling online.  I did have a basic idea about what I wanted in the next bike.   I knew I wanted a used bike – I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a new one only to find it wasn’t what I really wanted and I didn’t want to worry about messing up a brand new bike because of beginner’s mistakes.  I was also looking for a bike with mid range controls, meaning that the clutch and the brake were within reach of my short legs.  Other priorities included a lower seat height, low mileage and of course, it had to be within my price range.

A bike that seemed to fit my needs was available and I jumped into bidding.  I was the high bidder for a couple weeks, slowly increasing the amount I would pay, always staying within my budget but slightly ahead of the other bidders.  On the evening of the final bidding, I sat down at my computer, a gin and tonic by my side and played the game in earnest.

The problem with drinking gin and tonics while bidding on Ebay is that it’s easy to get excited and exceed the budget.  Which is exactly what I did.  Happily I moved onto my second G&T, entering in more bids and thinking “I WILL own this bike”!  Well … anyone who has bid for items on Ebay knows what happened next.

I lost the bike in the last 5 seconds.

Initially I was devastated, but when I woke up the next morning I was somewhat relieved.   Just two hours later, though, I received a call saying that the high bidder had dropped out!  I had won the bike AND they would let me have it for my original budgeted amount.  Needless to say, I was thrilled and the 2008 HD Sportster XL 883L with only 300 miles on it was  mine!!  Well, it was almost mine … first I had to get it home from North Carolina.

My good friend Michael agreed to drive me the two hours to pick up the bike.   Just like with Billy and my Honda Rebel, I was so glad to have an experienced biker with me.  Michael checked out the bike, loaded it up on the trailer and we headed back home to Virginia.

    

Buying the “new” bike, meant selling the old bike, so for a short period of time before I sold the Honda (not without some sadness I might add) I actually had two bikes in my carport!

I brought the Sportster home in November of 2009 and rode as many  miles as I could in preparation for the next phase in my biking life:  a 50th Birthday Solo Ride!   I gained experience by riding solo, riding with friends and with my local HOG chapter.  Slowly my confidence level grew and I was ready for my first solo trip.  I’d taken a long trip before (1000 miles) but this time I would be the driver and I would be alone.

In July of 2010, I left on a 925 mile, 5 day, 3 state trip, (which will someday be the subject of another blog entry).  I tamed the Tail of the Dragon in Tennessee; rode through mountains and along rivers; on beautiful sunny days and during rain storms.  I also rode the entire length of the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I ate at great local restaurants, visited fun local pubs, and every where I went people asked me about riding solo and celebrating being 50 years old!

        

     

I absolutely loved the freedom of those five days—no plan and the opportunity to spontaneously pick my route. I went from one town to the next, choosing the roads as I went along. The folks I met and who helped to guide me added depth to the ride. I often hear bikers talk about the wind in the face and the freedom of the road. I feel like I finally get it.  Even still, when I finally pulled back into Radford, that traditional end of the day beer sure tasted good (thanks Amy!).

So what’s next in this journey of learning to ride?

After 12,000 miles of riding, I’m dreaming about my final, “big girl” bike.  I’m still not sure what that bike will be but I do know that I am ready for it!

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Learning to Ride, Part 1

I’ll never forget my first ride on the back of a motorcycle (okay – not counting that ride on the back of a dirt bike in 1981,heading down a forest service road to the Salmon River in Idaho).  This time, I was immediately and completely hooked!  I got off the bike and wooped it up as I ran and threw myself into the arms of my friend.  A passion for motorcycles was born that night for sure!

I spent the first year riding on the back of a 2003 Anniversary Heritage Softail (“the Springer”) and I loved every moment!  Some women long to be the driver from the get go.  Me?  I was happy sitting  in the back, watching the scenery and acting the part of the “traveling, babbling companion”.  Yep, that describes me pretty well.

In May of 2009, I took the motorcycle safety course at New River Community College, and while I passed the class without a problem, I was the only one in the class who dropped the bike … in a parking lot … yeah, a flat parking lot.  Despite that less than stellar beginning, I got my license the very next week and immediately started looking for a bike.

My good friend Billy helped me to find the perfect starter bike and I’ll forever be grateful to him for that.

Having an experienced biker with me gave me the confidence I needed to take what was for me, a huge step.  Billy had a friend who was selling a 20 year old Honda Rebel and I jumped at the offer.  He took me to meet the seller of the bike, checked it out for me, watched me ride it in a church parking lot (where I did NOT drop it) and even rode it home for me.

      

Looks like he’s riding a toy bike, doesn’t it?

Home for the bike for the first two months was a storage unit.  I live at the top of a fairly steep driveway so having the storage unit gave me time to gain experience starting on, and getting up, hills.  A nearby parking lot offered just enough of a hill to practice on (I look back on it now and chuckle that it presented even the mildest of challenges).  Soon enough I brought the bike home and I was riding as much as I could.

I had such great support from my friends during this time.  Billy kept encouraging me to get out of town,  into the country and to stop “waving like Miss America” when I passed people I knew.  Amy, Debbie and Jan insisted that I let at least one of them know when I left on a ride and when I returned home.  Once I got my first HD bike, the GOAs and Tim gave me my first leather in the form of a vest and my father even gave me a HD winter cap to wear under my helmet.  My friends have supported, encouraged, and been very excited for me!

Soon enough I was begging to ride with the big boys and I managed to keep up pretty well, considering that I was riding a little 250cc bike (I called it my “baby bike”).  Within 3 months I was ready to move up to something bigger.  I rode that little Honda so hard during one ride that the muffler vibrated right off the bike!  It was the perfect starter bike.  I encourage new riders to start small like I did.  The confidence I gained as a novice on that little bike was invaluable.  But after riding 1500 miles, it was time to move on up.  I wanted my next bike, my “middle bike”, to be one that would offer me more of a challenge but still not push my capability.

The kind of bike that would be was still to be determined.  All I knew is that I was ready!

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Funeral Ride

Tonight I rode in my first biker funeral procession.

Curtis Smith, a 53 yr old man I barely knew, died this week while riding his bike.  Family and friends gathered inside the funeral home, as the bikes lined up outside.  After the service, the procession began.  The Radford City Police led the way, followed by the bikes, then the funeral car, the family and other mourners.  It was a powerful thing to have a RCP Officer at every intersection, standing at full attention and salute, and to see cars pull over as a sign of respect for the recently deceased.  Part of me wishes I’d had a camera other than my cell phone with me.  Then again, not focusing on photography for once made me more fully participate in the procession

I’ve ridden in many a long line of bikes before but this one was different.  The day was turning to night as we rode along the roads in Snowville to a  small country cemetery.  The very near miss run in with a deer by one of the bikes, an all too common occurrence in this neck of the woods, added an element of drama to a night that needed no more.  No one who rides, motorcycle or bicycle needs a reminder of the risks taken when getting in the saddle, and of course, the result of that risk is what brought us all here this evening.

I would guess that most of the bikers who rode tonight, did not know Curtis well.  But each and every one came prepared to ride in the rain, to show this man and his family final respect.  I was moved to hear various riders offer support, whether a hug, an expression of sympathy, a cold beer after a long difficult day, or an offer to help with taking care of Curtis’s bike.

I’ve always heard that bikers take care of their own and that surely was evident tonight.

The rain is pouring outside as I write, all safe and warm, inside on my couch.  I hope that my fellow riders from this evening are also warm and dry.

Curtis did not make it home this week, but I hope the family takes comfort in knowing that he died doing what he loved.   May he rest peacefully now …