No one knew that you'd have to go

So suddenly, so fast

How could it be that the sweet memories

Would be all, all that we have left

Now that your gone, every day I go on

But life's just not the same

I'm so empty inside and my tears I can't hide

But I'll try, I'll try to face the pain

Over missing you

I'll find a way to get through living without you

Cause you are my sister, my strength and my pride

Only God may know why

Stilll I will get by

There were some many things that we could have shared

If time were on our side

Now that your gone I can still feel you near

So I'll smile with every tear I cry

Though I'm missing you

I'll find a way to get through living without you

Cause you are my sister my strength and my pride

Only God may know why

Still I will get by

 

 

In Loving Memory Of

Maria Patricia Ann Clark

AKA

Dirty Red

 

Dirty Red had dreams.  When she realized how sick she really was, she started a personal campaign to realize them all; a motorcycle, a clubhouse, and to be President of a club.

She learned to ride and bought a motorcycle, a Harley Sportster straight off the showroom floor, in early 1999.  She had her bike.  First dream realized.

Seeing Red's determination, listening to group discussions, and knowing that we could make things happen, Aunt Irma allowed us to ressurect, with  alterations and much due respect, the patch of the defunct Cycle Queens Motorcycle Club.  In less that a year, under Aunt Irma's guidance and under Dirty Red's strict rule, the 5.0 Motorcycle Social Club was well known and respected, taking it's first long distance trophy on July 31, 1999 from the Mystic Knights MC of Cleveland Ohio, and establishing a 5.0 chapter in San Diego, Ca.  5.0's first event was held on April 22, 2000, less that a year after it's inception.  Dirty Red was President and one of the founding members of an up and coming motorcycle social club.  Another dream realized.

5.0 acquired a clubhouse in April of 1999, but due to illness and low membership, was only able to maintain the house for a few months.  But the final dream was realized none the less.  She had a clubhouse.

Dirty Red's illness prevented her from participating and enjoying her successes to the extent that she wanted and deserved.  Several times we went on road trips and no one but Red knew just how ill she was.  She went until she could go no further.

Dirty Red was a trooper, a stepper, a biker, an outlaw, a sister, a President and my best friend, on and off the set.  I love you Red, and will miss you forever.

 
 
 
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