John Phillip Farrington

John was and is a force of nature. He could make anything with his hands. I saw many of the motorcycles and projects he restored, and it was simply amazing. I know John would want to be remembered for his honesty, his hard work, and his incredible craftsmanship. But there is something else I would like to remember about my friend. John had an incredibly kind heart beneath that rough, John Wayne exterior. He loved giving to others. Every year, John would order two boxes of his famous Texas chewy pecan pralines and millionaires for his clients and friends and take to the road "playing Santa Claus". He never missed a year in all the times I knew him, and you could see the joy in his face hand delivering every box. One time he showed me a West German military bike that he had meticulously restored, even down to the details of an original riding bag attached to the back of that bike. John and I shared a love of military history together, so I remarked how cool that riding bag on the back of the bike looked. He told me the painstaking research and phone calls he made to track down that part for the finishing touch. A couple of months later, John shows up with a second riding bag identical to the first and gives it to me. That´s John. I know John loved his Pa, his siblings, and Denise. I only got to see the two of them interact as a couple on one occasion, but I could see their great affection for one another. John was proud of how smart and accomplished Denise is, and like every good husband- he cracked me up one afternoon when he was showing me one of his bikes and said I have to get this mess cleaned up before Denise gets home! John would already be annoyed that I wrote so much, so let me simply say I miss you, my friend. Thank you for everything!