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IN MEMORY OF "FAT PAT"
PATRICK SEAN HARVEY
March 6, 1964 to March 28, 1997
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A Word from President Pecker
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This page is dedicated to FAT PAT, one of the founding brothers of TMFC RACING TEAM back in 1984. A truly mised Brother by ALL.
If you had ever met Pat, you would have known that he was one of a kind. Fat Pat could out party and out drink anyone that was anyone. When needed be, he had a generous and kind heart. Fat Pat would help anyone and everyone in dire need-especially the women!! (Ya'll know what I mean.)
Fat Pat started throwing a Halloween party every year. He'd buy a Honda or Suzuki (ya know Jap bike) that ran, crank it up at the party, tie the trottle back all the way, and then see how long it took to blow up or catch on fire. The next day we'd chain it up in his tree. Pat had 5 Jap bikes hanging from that tree because every year he'd have a party - we would add a new bike. The tree was an original site to see. At his Halloween parties, we were required to wear costumes. Beware if you didn't because he'd make you go pick out a dress he bought at the Goodwill Store. Needless to say, most everyone had a costume but there were always drunken bikers that ended up wearing dresses. It was a pretty scary sight and a Kodak moment. Everyone always had fun and that's what's it is all about-TOO MUCH FUN.
Then in 1995, Fat Pat found out that he had Lou Gehrig's Disease (ALS). The Brothers and Sisters of TMFC took care of him until the last day that he was with us. He got to where he couldn't ride his bike anymore. So we built him a Volkswagon 3 Wheeler. With this, Fat Pat was able to continue to ride. Then Pat started to go downhill and weaker everday.
TMFC had a Benefit party for him to raise some money. We raised $1,700 at one party. The Brothers of TMFC also built him a handicap bathroom. It's hard to watch a Brother dying in front of you - When there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Another side note -Fat Pat had an English Bulldog named Dudley. He was a biker eating dog because everytime anyone would pull up in Pat's yard (TMFC first clubhouse), Dudley would grab your tires, pipes, or even your brake pedal. This made you stop in your own tracks everytime. Once, a Brother named Philpot got off his bike and walked up to the front door. Dudley grabbed his nuts and wouldn't let go. BOY THAT HURT!! Dudley became TMFC's MASK SCOTT. He could drink beer and fart at the same time.
We of TMFC will always keep FAT PAT in our hearts and thoughts. We will never forget him.
Story by Pecker
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