Easy rider: My tribute to a great brother | Guest View

Aug 27, 2017
Courtesy of: Glenn Steinberg Miles Steinberg on a ride.

I suddenly lost my 70-year-old great older brother, Miles, recently.

Miles lived in Los Angeles, where we grew up. Miles often visited me in Edmonds. His first love was fishing, but we shared a love of motorcycles.

Miles' son David took care of the cremation details.

When David informed me that Miles' ashes were ready, I suddenly decided to do something to honor Miles in my effort to get my desired portion of those ashes.

Miles was a lifelong Harley Davidson motorcycle enthusiast. We had taken great road trips on our motorcycles to places like the Grand Canyon and Sturgis, in 2008.

So I decided the only proper way to honor Miles was for me to ride my Harley Davidson to Los Angeles, instead of flying, to pick up Miles' ashes. I would carry them back on my motorcycle – sort of a Viking type salute to a brother.

So I packed up my motorcycle and left at 4 a.m., making it 646 miles to Red Bluff, California, the first day. The next day was only 500 miles.

After a couple of days in L.A. with family, it was time to head home. I took off at 4 a.m, again. Along the way, I decided I was going to do something different. As I headed over the Grapevine just outside L.A., I turned onto a quiet side highway.

I stopped to gather some of Miles' ashes. When I got my speed up to 65 mph, I let Miles' ashes slowly slip out and behind me. It was dark out, and I could see the rather large dust cloud they were making behind me.

Miles would have loved that.

I made it 727 miles to Grants Pass that day, feeling good about my little gesture.

It is always difficult to lose loved ones. Doing something memorable for Miles leaves me with a nice final memory of our lifelong relationship.

Glenn Steinberg lives in Edmonds.


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