Lynn Hoyle
I actually do not remember how we met. I was about 12 years old. Joan, Gerald and their sons, Mack and Marvin, all road motorcycles. I too was a bike enthusiast. They lived one house over where l grew up. My cousin, Allison and other neighbor Ellen all had bikes. The gang would go over to Joan and Geralds after school, weekends and everyday during the summer. They opened their arms and considered us as their family. We went to the drivein, racetrack, Ocean City etc. I considered Joan and the family as my own. I loved her so very much. I will miss her terribly. Rest my beautiful friend. Go eat some seafood with mom and dad. Love you forever.
