How about Eddy Marshall?
Am serious. He was like thirty when I was learing to drive. From El Paso, maybe. Turned into a serious biker in maybe 1976-77? Was a good guy to know, though it was hard hearing him tell me my mom was a 'babe'. She was, though. I have pictures to prove it.
We flew at the airport in Pascagoula Mississippi in maybe 1976 or so? Had a guy come over from Keesler AFB in Biloxi a few times. Bob something. Had a combat plane he called the Aye Soar. Beasley, maybe? We also flew a few times on a ball field at Keesler. Loads of fun.
Eddy was (is?) a good guy. Another of those that help out the punks. I broke his Nobler, his Sig Mustang, a Sig Akromaster... What a great guy.
And then he met me at the river for a little bass fishing with his friend Buzzsaw. All I could do was hope Buzzsaw was catching enough fish to keep him happy. Lest he slit my throat, commandeer my 67 Glastron/80 Merc, and abscond with my 72 Dodge Dart. I was impressed. And scared witless.