There are no words to describe how awful the last week has been. What started as a dream has ended in a horrific nightmare. When my dad arrived in LA, he was beaming and so excited about the road he had just traveled.
He took his time stopping to take pictures of everything he saw along the way and when I say everything – I mean everything! I have gone through almost 700 pictures of his trip. He was fascinated by the history of Route 66. The abandoned gas stations, the old cars, and all the little towns and motels where he stayed.
While he was in LA, I insisted he get to the Santa Monica Pier because that is where Route 66 ends… He needed to ride it to the very end.
The entire time he was at our house, he was glowing and having the time of his life. He was almost obnoxiously giddy.
The morning he left to head home, we hugged each other real tight and he looked me in the eye and said “I am so glad I did this!” He put on his helmet, got on his bike, reved that engine, and with a honk of his horn, down the street he went.
I am honored to share this slideshow with you today. If there is something we can all take a little comfort in is that he went with love in his heart, the wind in his hair, and a smile on his face.
In honor of my Dad, Bill Nagengast. 1952 – 2011
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