A good man died March 7, 2009. He was a supporter of the Angry Scotsmen Motorcycle Riding Club and dear friend to one of the founders Tim (Padre) Christopher. The services on March 10, 2009 echoed through Burlingame as the Bagpiper’s played a final farewell to Scotty Mac, and guided family, friends, and acquaintances to the church where we could all say a final prayer and farewell to this man. You can always tell the quality of a man by who shows up when they die. As I watched the benches in the church fill it was without a doubt that Scotty Mac was well loved by all.
After an enlightened service, speeches, and a wonderful letter written and read by his daughter the riding club left the church in formation to the home of Scotty Mac and met the friends and family of this man that I wished I knew better. Tim (Padre) was lucky to have known Scotty Mac the way he did and as a supporter to the club the founders, members and prospects decided to take a ride out of Burlingame together to ponder our thoughts on the open road.
Our journey took us to San Mateo and up highway 92 towards Half Moon Bay, where we stopped for lunch at a local Mexican Restaurant. The eyes of the patrons watched as we pulled in on the motorcycles, engines rumbling, and chrome reflecting the light of the sun as we parked the bikes into the empty stalls.
After lunch we mounted the bikes and left in formation south towards highway 84 and up to Alice’s, a well know stop for bikers looking to stretch their legs after a long ride. There were a few bikers with Harley’s, Triumphs, and rice rockets and we all got acquainted with each other and told stories about our bikes and travels on the them. One amazing story was about a person that bought new Harley 18 months ago and managed to put 94,000 miles on the bike. Serious rider…now that is hard core.
The Angry Scotsmen Motorcycle Riding Club will continue to ride and explore the open road as single riders and as a group. For those that met Scotty Mac I would like to think we are all better people for knowing him, and as we ride we live a dream that he never had the chance to experience. You will be missed Scotty.
After an enlightened service, speeches, and a wonderful letter written and read by his daughter the riding club left the church in formation to the home of Scotty Mac and met the friends and family of this man that I wished I knew better. Tim (Padre) was lucky to have known Scotty Mac the way he did and as a supporter to the club the founders, members and prospects decided to take a ride out of Burlingame together to ponder our thoughts on the open road.
Our journey took us to San Mateo and up highway 92 towards Half Moon Bay, where we stopped for lunch at a local Mexican Restaurant. The eyes of the patrons watched as we pulled in on the motorcycles, engines rumbling, and chrome reflecting the light of the sun as we parked the bikes into the empty stalls.
After lunch we mounted the bikes and left in formation south towards highway 84 and up to Alice’s, a well know stop for bikers looking to stretch their legs after a long ride. There were a few bikers with Harley’s, Triumphs, and rice rockets and we all got acquainted with each other and told stories about our bikes and travels on the them. One amazing story was about a person that bought new Harley 18 months ago and managed to put 94,000 miles on the bike. Serious rider…now that is hard core.
The Angry Scotsmen Motorcycle Riding Club will continue to ride and explore the open road as single riders and as a group. For those that met Scotty Mac I would like to think we are all better people for knowing him, and as we ride we live a dream that he never had the chance to experience. You will be missed Scotty.
