Darin J Boyd

What is my first memory of Darin? Cant remember first memory as there were so many.

I remember in probably 3 or 4th grade playing with the race track and the Matel cars. I remember running around outside all day long doing pretty much whatever we wanted. I remember the first motorcycle I tried to drive, his Harley 125 with him on back and as I popped the clutch he went sliding off of the seat to leave me all on my own to try to navigate the church parking lot. The Harlye was just like on that Evil Knievel rode back in the day, we thought we were so cool. I remember helping him deliver papers with him on his paper route. I remember our first caper at the Wigwam in Hillsboro, me as the look out and Darin as the culpret reaching over the counter to try to "borrow" some knives as he reached over the counter. I remember our first bust in Jr High, Mr Scribner busted us with knives in our pocket, 2 each, Mr Scribner called it double barrels. I remember being introduced to rock and roll in his dads first stereo. The album was Montros's Jump On It. The cover was provocative for a couple of maybe 12-13 year olds, if you know the cover you would understand. I remember the old car that I went with his dad and his brother Deyna to purchase. I called it the Bonnie & Clyde car. I remember "borrowing our parents cars when they were gone and doing anything from driving in downtown Portland to logging roads. Only a few mishaps that we were able to mask to go unnoticed. I remember passing the MD 20/20 through the window at Brown Jr High cafeteria. YUCK. I remember ding dong ditch and TPing houses esp on Halloween nights. I remember the ATC 90 we would ride at his moms house and as approached the tree at the end of the driveway turning and getting the thing on 2 wheels. I remember how seasick he would get when he went out on the ocean with us salmon fishing. I remember the subsequent camping trips at Spruce Run State park and the antic kids pull during such times. I remember the bonfires in high school where of course we partook in spirits to celebrate whatever we could think of.

So many memories, but, sometimes life does not always allow people to remain in contact. However, I never forgot those times. I think of Darin probably almost every day. Whenever I see a pull truck or even a nice jacked up truck or MOPAR all tricked out. To say he was a good mechanic is an understatement. I remember several times watching him fabricate some part first by staring for a few minutes then getting out a piece of cardboard and then to the shop to cut, drill and weld his creation. And it almost always fit perfectly. I remember his intensity at a truck pull as he checked his list. His eyes at the roar of a built motor as its exhaust would literally rattle your pants legs if you were too close.

I don't cry often but today is a day that there are tears as I remember those times and probably one of my best friends of my lifetime. And I wonder if I should have been around more the past but for certain reasons that was not possible due to my own weaknesses that was not possible. Guess I wish it could have been different.

I agree with the Hunter Thompson quote above. I am sure he wanted to ride out into the sunset as he did.

Love ya man and I can only pray I see you again one day. If so, it will be glorious.

Thanks for the good times.

Darin we shared a lot of good times but the one that sticks in my mind the most is when you and I would walk around forest Grove window shopping holding hands and laughing at silly things I will miss you more then anything fly high sweetheart love you