Inscription;

Dedicated to;

 Bubba "Hawkman" Speakman

"There are angels in leather and chrome, who join our brother on his last run home.

Hear their thunder in clouds on high, see lightning metal streak across the sky.

As they roll by til the last is gone, remember we are flesh, we are blood not stone.

So before the sun sets on another, let us remember our good sisters and good brothers.

So be still, be silent and listen my friend and you can hear your brother IN THE WIND.