In Norse mythology, Valhalla (from the Old Norse Valholl “hall of the slain”) is a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the god Odin. Chosen by Odin, half of those who die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by Valkyries. In the great hall the worthy warriors feast, drink, party, and raise all kinds of hell. It is here in the great hall of Valhalla that our brothers prepare a place at the table for us to join them for eternity. We will ride our iron steeds all over Asgard and party the nights away with Odin and our brothers who have gone on before us to prepare a place for us all.
Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother.
And my sister and my brother
Lo, there do I see the line of my people
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them
In the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever.
Ibn Fadlan
Account of the Rus
10th Century
Ride In Peace Brothers
An Original 8. A founder. Our brother. So much to say about this man who impacted thousands of brothers on his life journey. He rode to every corner of the country to meet his brothers to spread the true brotherhood of the two clubs he helped found. He will always be with us. We love you Doc, ride in peace.
Each night I sit and listen for that distant rumbling roar as the dog went to the window when you rode up to our door, as you stood there in the shadows with your colors wet with rain, to once more see your smile again would surely take away this pain, but the garage now stands empty just an oil pool stains the floor no more the parties on the lawn no beer cans by the door no music laughter all is gone yet still those friends remain they ride by now but seldom call they know not what to say to once more ride behind you would be dream come true. Brother Metric, ride in peace.
The gypsy wind, it called your name, No time to say good bye. You left us here alone, old friend, To take your final ride The world it couldn’t tame your soul, You lived your life with pride. Now you soar free – like a crow. You’re on your final ride Your memory won’t fade, old friend, We’ll hold you deep inside. We’d come with you if, we only could, Upon your final ride Brother Speeder, ride in peace.
If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven And bring you back again No farewell words were spoken,No time to say “Goodbye”. You were gone before we knew it, And only God knows why My heart still aches with sadness,And secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you No one can ever know But now I know you want me To mourn for you no more; To remember all the happy times Life still has much in store Brother Smiley, ride in peace.
Its all about the journey Its the part that counts Even when he gets there He may just turn around. He rides like an eagle, flying All along the stars It's all about the journey Safe now from any harm. Too soon he left to travel Beyond where we can see But its all about the journey Forever riding free. Brother Chief, ride in peace.
You may be gone but are not lost You put up a fight but there was a cost You have found a road to ride in peace Now we lay upon you a black and gold wreath. You will always be a Brother For Life For you swore by your oath, Iron Legacy For Life. The asphalt on which we ride is not yours, cruising golden heavenly roads is where your Harley soars. You did us proud and lived up to the name You were a true brother, no other the same So at 9:12 the IL salutes your life For no other brother could be called “9 Lives” Brother 9Lives, ride in peace.
You never said im leaving You never said goodbye You were gone before we knew it and only god knows why There's a million times we've needed you and a million times we've cried If love alone could have saved you You never would have died in life we loved you dearly in death we love you still in our hearts you hold a place no one will ever fill it broke our heart to lose you but you didn't go alone for a part of us went with you the day god called you home We love you brother and we will ride together again soon enough A4114A
You set the standards high, exemplifying what true brotherhood is about. There was no distance too far, no problem to large, no time of day that kept you from answering a brothers call. To put it in simple terms - You came, you saw, you out rode us all. You will forever be our brother, never forgotten but always missed. May you find as much joy riding in Valhalla as we found in riding with you.
Rest easy brother and ride in peace.
We honor the life and legacy of BiggCat, a cherished brother of the Iron Legacy Motorcycle Club. As a member of the Dodge Center and Austin, Minnesota chapters, BiggCat lived with unwavering loyalty, pride, and an unshakable commitment to the brotherhood and the road. BiggCat wasn’t just a rider; he was a force of nature. Whether leading rides through the open countryside or sharing stories around the clubhouse, he carried himself with a presence that was larger than life. His laughter could light up a room, and his wisdom was always shared with a kind heart and a firm resolve. On club rides, BiggCat was known for his playful spirit, riding up alongside his brothers to pass out candy—a small act that always brought smiles and reminded everyone to savor the simple joys of the journey. In the winter months, when most would put their bikes away, BiggCat couldn’t stand to be separated from his. He brought his motorcycle indoors, making sure it was by his side every day, a testament to his deep connection to the road and the machine that carried him through life. He embodied the core values of the Iron Legacy: Honesty, Integrity, Loyalty, Trust, and Honor—the very foundation of our brotherhood. BiggCat lived these principles every day, earning the respect and admiration of everyone who rode alongside him. He was a protector, a mentor, and a steadfast friend. His road name, BiggCat, will forever stand as a symbol of what it means to live with unwavering conviction and a heart full of brotherly love. We’ll remember him for the miles he rode, the lives he touched, and the stories we’ll continue to share in his honor. Though his ride here has ended, we know BiggCat has found new roads to explore, free from the bounds of this world. To our brother, our friend, and our family: Ride in peace, BiggCat. You will always be with us, in the rumble of the engines, the sunsets on the horizon, and the enduring spirit of the Iron Legacy. Forever in the wind. Forever our brother.
Dread had the single most important trait humans can have – humility. He was extremely humble, kind, generous, caring and selfless. He was the person that we should all aspire to be. He loved the MC life and would do anything for his brothers and club. He was highly intelligent as anyone who ever met him would surmise. He was like a walking Wikipedia, he knew a little bit about a wide array of topics. He had this goofy sense of humor and enjoyed pranking people on the regular. He was often referred to as the Gentle Giant as he stood 6’2” nearly 300# with broad shoulders and size 17 EEE boots. He loved his family. He fully embodied HILTH and lived it every day. He was very passionate about everything our club stood for. ILFL, BFL. He is truly missed every day.
Jim was a true warrior in life—fierce, loyal, and unapologetically himself. He lived the way he rode: full throttle, no shortcuts, and with a deep respect for the brotherhood he loved. You always knew where you stood with Jim, and if you were one of his brothers, you knew he’d ride through hell for you without a second thought. We’ll miss his laugh, his stories, and that look he gave when he knew you were about to do something stupid—but let you do it anyway. He wasn’t just part of this club. He was part of the soul of it. Now he rides the eternal highway, where the skies are clear, the road never ends, and the fallen warriors wait around the fire. One day, we’ll meet him again—patch on, bike rumbling, arms open like no time has passed. Until that day, we’ll keep riding in your honor, Brother. We’ll keep the rubber down and the spirits high. Save us a spot at the table. We’ll see you in Valhalla, Crazy Jim. Brother For Life
With his special greeting: “Good morning, Parsley children." These words reflected his vibrant personality and contagious joy. He always found a way to light our way and make us feel welcome. Our fallen Biker possessed unparalleled skill in navigating any route that lay before him. With courage and skill, he met the demands of the road, overcoming any obstacle that stood in his way. Brother KEKE, you left a legacy of life, Biker. But you didn't just amaze us with your skill on motorcycles; you also delighted us with your wit, entertained us with your famous monologues and stories. Your unique sense of humor encouraged us.
Nerd was just that. He played Dungeons and Dragons, spoke Klingon, had a giant "B" movie collection and loved to go out camping on his own. Not always the popular kid and kind of a loner, Nerd found the club and found a family. He had a heart of gold and if you were lucky enough to have him let you into his life, you had a brother forever. Taken too soon, we will miss your oddly satisfying chili nights, your strange ass ideas (No, we are not naming our chapter in Klingon!) and your genuine smile that a lucky few of us got to see. Love ya brother......till we meet again!!!!
Gone but never forgotten Brother Ronche was a true Brother thru and thru. He will be missed. Ride high Brother until we meet again.
