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In loving memory of our members who have ridden their last mile.

Gone, but not forgotten.


Jack Stimax

May 26, 1946 - February 7, 2018

 
 

Jack was the beloved husband of nearly 50 years to his wife Holly.  He was the wonderful father of three daughters and grandfather of five.  His passing at the age of 71 left his family stunned, as Jack was the patriarch that the family turned to for support and advice.  He was a warm and caring friend who would do all he could to be supportive and kind, his kindness and empathy even touched those he had only just met. 

He was drafted in 1965 and served two years in an active duty tour of Vietnam as a combat medic in the Army’s 1st of the 9th Cav.  He was a true “Jack” of all trades.  He could invent parts that didn’t exist to fix just about anything.   He worked at NWS Earle for 28 years as a welder, maintenance mechanic, and locksmith, just to name a few, retiring in 2007.

Jack’s love of motorcycles started when he built his first trike when he was about 30 years old.   He took parts from an old VW bug, various motorcycles and hand made a fiberglass body for it.  He owned several bikes over the years, but his pride and joy in his later years was his Harley Davidson’s and what he felt HD meant to him as an American Veteran.  If there is a highway up there, he’s riding it now.

💖  Ride on Jack  💖

 
Jack and I were boyhood friends; we went every place together. We would go to the dumps, bring things home and sometimes sell things at the Englishtown auction on Saturdays. Jack and I were about the same age but I went into the service first in 1963. Jack went in in 1966 and served as a medic in Vietnam. We lost touch with each other until this Summer (2017) when he knocked on my door after finding me on the internet. We hugged like old friends do. We talked and caught up on what we had been doing the last 40 years. Jack has some hard times but he is a great guy and is still my very best friend; everyone should have a best friend like Jack. Jack’s exposure to Agent Orange cost him his voice, but he takes it in stride. I never had to duck bullets or suffer from sickness like Jack did, so I salute his service to our nation. I know he’s saving a seat for me.
— Richard LaCour
 
 

Frank Marotta

June 14, 1949 to June 5, 2017

 
 

 Frank had a zest for life and lived each day to the fullest, and without regret. His priority was having fun, and sharing fun times with his family and friends. He was well-loved by his fellow HOG members and was always willing to help anyone out.
Frank was a carpenter who believed in fine craftsmanship. His free time was spent as a member of the Jersey Shore H.O.G. and the Richmond County Corvette Club. Frank was very active, and also enjoyed boating, fishing, and skiing.

Frank has been an avid rider for 40 years; .he has over 450,000 miles under his belt...he really lived the motto Live to Ride as he did each and every day.
Besides me, his motorcycle was his love. He loved making up rides and giving them to the Road Captains to do - but he would never take the credit. He loved teaching what he knew about creating a ride and was extremely good at it. He was a living legend.
— Maureen Marotta
There is a time in life when a person is impacted by the friends they meet along the way. Frank Marotta was a person that impacted me the moment I met him. He was a true friend, gentlemen and always went above and beyond to help someone in need. Words can not express how much he will be missed and how much he is loved. Rest in peace my friend, and “thank you” for allowing me to know you!
— Tom Ross