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On November 23, 2002, the trials community lost one of
it's greatest contributors to his battle with cancer. Gary was not
only a tremendous influence on trials in Texas, he took that same
enthusiasm and commitment to a National and World level. The
cards, letters, and emails which came with the news of his passing were
an eye opening reminder to exactly how many lives in the world of
motorcycles that Gary touched. From a Moto Guzzi club on the other
side of the globe, to the memories of inspiration from a starting rookie
rider here in Texas, we saw his influence.
Having ridden motorcycles for most of his life, Gary did
not become involved in trials until the early nineties. But once
he discovered it, there was no looking back! Always with a mind to
help others, he began contributing as a minder and mechanic to the
efforts of Ryan Young's Team Sherco and Martin Belair's Team Montesa.
His abilities and dedication resulted in his appointment as Captain for
the U.S. Trial de Nations Team more than once ending up in Sweden,
Italy, and Spain working with the likes of Geoff Aaron, Jess Kempkes,
Ray Peters, Matt Moore, Lonnie Halsted, Mike Komer, and Martain Belair
to name a few.
As we look in hindsight, Gary's influence, dedication,
kindness, and caring spirit reached further than he even realized.
He is sorely missed and will never be replaced either in the motorcycle
community, or in the hearts of those who knew him.
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Gary's Logo
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L to R - Geoff Aaron, Jess Kempkes, Mike Komer, Lonnie Hallested, Martin Belair, Gary Jackson, and Ray Peters - TdN Sweden 1996
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Sleeping in the van - TdN Sweden 1996
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L to R - Matt Moore, Gary Jackson, and Mike Komer - TdN Valmalenco, Italy 1998
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Pat and Gary - Lake Como, Italy 1998
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Gary and Jordi Graneli, Chief Montesa Mechanic - Montesa factory in Esplugues Spain - 2000
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1999 Summer Series round at Rio Bravo.
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State Series round up near Huntsville/Conroe.
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State Series round up near Huntsville/Conroe.
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Past Masters on his Montesa 349.
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Past Masters on his Montesa 349.
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Gary and Pat with his BMW. This is the last time Gary was physically able to ride a motorcycle.
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One of his wife Pat's favorite pictures and the one used for the memorial t-shirts and decals made by Leo Ahearn.
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Past Masters on his Montesa 349.
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Past Masters on his Montesa 349.
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Past Masters on his Montesa 349.
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Rio Bravo on a Suzuki 400. Among the last few times he was able to ride.
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With Ray Peters and HATT members, imparting his wisdom, during an outing at T.C. Jester.
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Texas State Series - Austin 2001
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Texas State Series - Austin 2001
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Texas State Series - Muenster 2000
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Gary at the Pastmasters
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Gary admiring a bike at the Pastmasters
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I first met Gary during the 1999 Texas State
Series. I work with his wife Pat (then girlfriend) who noticed some
motorcycle photos in my office. She informed me that her boyfriend
rode motorcycles and they had just returned from an event in Spain.
When she brought the pictures in, she was surprised that I knew what
a trials motorcycle was. Seeing my interest, she invited me to come
to the state round out at Skull Creek. That was it. I was hooked!
Gary was an incredibly patient teacher and I enjoyed the many hours
I spent riding with him and learning from him. When I remember Gary,
I suppose it is his famous “follow me” line that will stay with me
longest. How many times he would go tearing down the trail expecting
you to follow along at his rocket speed. Early on, I did just that
and barreled off a blind hill and down a 100 yard long, 45 degree
incline, through trees and rocks etc. I learned then, that you best
follow with caution! There was no telling what he would go sailing
through or across without a thought or care!
Gary was always there with a deal on a bike, parts, gear, or
whatever you needed. It was always about the sport and the
friendships developed instead of the profit. His leadership of the
Houston group just came natural. We never really had to organize as
we were content to follow his lead. He was always there, taking care
of business, and taking care of us. It was not until his illness
prevented his involvement that we had to begin organizing the club
ourselves. Only then did we realize how much of the expense to keep
us going came right out of Gary’s pocket.
I will miss him deeply,
Darrell Shannon
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It is will heavy heart that we hear of Gary's passing. he will be
remembered as a tireless promoter of motorcycling sports and more
importantly as a friend and gentlemen. my recollections of Gary
sweep far and wide. when i first met Gary he was another "go faster"
who typically come and go to/from the trials world. sometimes the
speed factor can not be turned down in favor of the gravity factor,
but alas Gary had both in his tank. i sincerely enjoyed competing
with and against him, sometimes ahead and often times behind, but
regardless always with a smile and an abject enjoyment of his life.
When i started riding the State series in the late 80's there were
not any events in the Houston area; it was Gary's work and
dedication that brought about the HATT sponsored events. with little
or no terrain in and around Houston, Gary sought out what he could,
the old MX park, lake Somerville, the Houston bayous, skull creek
and now the enduro site near Centerville. it did not matter where or
how little there was to ride, he always seemed to pull it off come
rain or more rain. The vision of pulling into the riding area and
seeing Gary bouncing in from the loop, covered in mud, dripping wet
and always smiling.... glad to see fellow friends and trialers.
Gary was also a mainstay on the National circuit in the 1990's, many
years working as a minder for Matt Moore and Ray Peters... sometimes
having to push his rider to higher standards, always there to
"catch" and to pump his rider to work harder and be better. i know
his dedication, as he would pull into the national pits, having
driven a thousand miles, getting right on the bike and getting after
it, only to be splattered with mud and grime, then with little
notice or appreciation, jump into his car or van and drive the
thousand miles back home. (often to unload the trials bike and load
the enduro!!)
in closing, Gary began a little known "club" of his peers on the
trials circuit; affectionately known at the Grand Order of the YSB,
(so i have coined it) where manly men are known to keep all of their
toys in the ready position, gassed, prepared and sometimes clean....
so that when loading or unloading our toys we could always pull up,
pull over and hook up .... and leave .... with our loved one's safe
at home, pondering the distant words (you selfish *******!!) of the
wife and family..... Gary, we charter members of the selfish *******
club will never forget our esteemed leader and will cherish its
memories.....
Ray and Glenn (YSB in training) Roblin
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I remember the day I first met Gary. I was excited to finally be
getting a trials bike and was up with the sun and on my way to
Houston. When I arrived at his shop I was treated like an old friend
even though we had only talked on the phone and emailed a few times
concerning “the deal”. What a deal it ended up being, I got a nice
bike a very detailed explanation of every nut and bolt along with
some basic trials instruction. What made it an even sweeter
transaction was that I made a friend. Somebody that would spend as
much time as it took (and often it took A LOT) to teach me how to
translate my off-road experience to proper trials riding technique.
Even the most basic things were patiently taught until I got it
right.
I remember the SPAM Trial class that was taught in the rain at
Somerville where I was convinced that I had no business being there
with a group of riders much more skilled than myself. Gary pulled me
aside before things started and assured me we were going to have a
great time and not to worry because everybody was going to come off
their bike that day. When I ran behind my bike after topping a steep
hill climb Gary was the first to applaud this circus feat and then
came over and told me “We’ll work on keeping your feet on the pegs.”
with a wink and the ever present smile.
I remember the last Austin event where Gary was obviously feeling
very poorly but he was there with a smile. I had really considered
making that my first ride but upon hearing he was not doing well
chose to just hang out. I’m REALLY glad I did, talking with Gary
under the trees was a great time. I’ll also remember when we parted
the last words we had face to face “Feet up Pat, soles pointing
down. It just works better that way.” Again, Gary had sent me on my
way with a laugh and a smile.
I will always remember Gary Jackson my mentor and friend.
PATMAN
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Two years ago I was pushing 265lbs, I would get light headed and out
of breath from a couple of steps. So I had this twenty year old
trials bike that had not been started in fifteen years, loaded it up
and headed to Centerville. I am doing seventy five when I white van
blows by, passes me, then slows down looks the bike over, then the
driver holds up a Montesa brochure, I met Gary. At the trial I
looked like a pig on skates, literally. Twenty four times I went
down some times I would get the bike out of the section first most
of the time not, some ninety some points, A record I am sure still
stands. To say I was ridiculed was an understatement. Who was the
first person to console me, point out the error of my ways, worked
on my bike? Gary He spent hours helping me and asked for nothing.
Flash forward to the 02 state banquet. Gary is not doing well and
just received a well deserved lifetime achievement award. And what
was he excited about and wanted to talk about? That I had third in
vintage. Towards the end I bought Gary's vintage bike I will keep it
forever and hope a little of him will be with me when I ride it. If
we see any one who looks lost and needs help we will do what we can.
And perhaps some day he will say "Just follow me"Kim McCandless
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Gary was a great guy and trials friend. On a lighter note and one
that I'm sure Gary would want me to share with you all......
Gary was the founding father and chief executive officer, a life
time member of the Grand Order of the Ye Ole Selfish Bastards Club.
"The Selfish Bastards Club" The membership dues were established by
Gary, and several other SB's. It started something like this: Gary
had left Houston to ride a 6 day enduro event and was gone all week.
He came home on a Friday and was unloading his enduro bike when his
wife (first wife) noticed that he was loading up his trials bike.
"Just what are you doing", she asks? Gary says, I have a state round
in Muenster this weekend. Gary said that the last thing he heard as
he drove out of the driveway was, "YOU SELFISH BASTARD!"
Darrell's comment about following Gary, well I can relate. He could
just fly on the loop and I learned in California during a national
while assisting Gary minding for Matt Moore that crashes will occur
if you try to follow Gary. I crashed hard going down a long hill
full of rocks and ruts. When I arrived at the next section covered
in dirt, Gary and Shan Moore looked at me and just smiled, knowing I
crashed somewhere behind them. I knew then that I was not the first
person to crash following Gary, and not the last person either. When
he would put on goggles, throw a 40 pound pack on, spare handlebars
taped on to his bike, a fanny pack with 2 bottles of water, he would
be loaded down and just scream down the loop. He was an iron man.
Gary arrived in Washington early on a Saturday morning, after
driving 24 hours non-stop from Houston just to mind for Ray Peters.
He was a dedicated trials enthusiast, and a friend to anyone.
GARY YOU WILL BE MISSED BROTHER, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN............
Tony Herald
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Gary is my brother, and I am #2 out of 4 girls. Gary got his first
motorcycle - a Cushman- when he was about 13 years old, and at the
time he also had a paint mare named Calico. The Cushman was bigger
and louder and would go faster so Gary eventually left the horse for
the motorcycle. The bike had to weigh at least 4 times more than
Gary, and I think that was part of the thrill. He rode anytime he
could buy, beg, borrow, or siphon gas out of momma's car, daddy's
truck, or the tractor... I remember him riding in circles as fast as
he could go around the house and horse pen, through ditches, and
over dirt he would pile into a "hill" - none of his friends could
even come close to keeping up with him... He made a track out of
everything - the pipelines, the woods, empty lots, ditches, the
creek, even the railroad tracks where he and his crazy friends put
an old International truck on the railroad tracks and would then put
the truck in gear and all his crazy white boy friends rode through,
uh, another part of town in the back of the truck waving, with NO
DRIVER!!! He had an old car (really old car) and him and daddy cut
the doors and the roof off, and Gary turned the roof upside down and
attached it with a big chain to the back of the car, and would take
us all "sledding" over the pine needles at a ridiculously breakneck
speed, making crazy sharp turns and slinging us all over the yard as
we laughed hysterically! It was great being a "sister of Gary" as
all the cool guys in school would give anything to be in his company
and watch him work miracles on motorcycles - sometimes even when a
date showed up early they would stay with Gary in the garage for
hours until it was too late (per daddy) to go out anywhere.... Gary
laid on his bedroom floor reading 4-6 motorcycle magazines at a
time, all of them spread out before him, and momma would vacuum
around him... He let me and Mel scratch and tickle his back as he
laid there, and often would have us competing to see who could do it
longer and better....he would say things like "Mel does it better"
and I would cry until he would give me a chance to out-do her. When
he had the Cushman, he was showing off and stood on the seat and LET
GO OF THE HANDLEBARS and, like an ice-skater, put his arms out at
his side and his right leg out behind him and crashed into the
mailbox and broke his arm in several places!!! It was about 24 years
later when daddy found out how the accident REALLY happened, and I
was the one that told him!!! (Sorry Gary...you must have pissed me
off). Gary could beat anyone at Monopoly and ping-pong, and it was
HIS idea to put daddy's 7 foot high ladder at the pool to do
cannon-balls from (we only did it a few times daddy...and only a few
people got hurt and NO ONE SUED!!!) He would have cherry-bomb
fire-cracker fights in Travis's tree-house next door, and the guys
rolled up a couple of tall telephone poles to the door of the tree
house, which sat 8 feet above the ground, and would take turns
rolling down the poles in a BARREL! Travis is the one that was in
the barrel when it rolled off the poles and hit the ground with a
thud... and he survived... Gary made the tree swing in the horse pen
with 50' ropes, and added a garage door spring to really make a
great fun bouncy ride! It was Gary's idea to tie a bicycle to Jack
Dulaney's tree swing, so it was only natural for the bike to come
un-tied as Jack swung from the trees on it, right? And Jack
survived...good thing for that cyclone fence, otherwise he'd hit the
gravel road...and those thick coke-bottle glasses Jack wore probably
helped to protect his face. Gary took trigonometry and physics in
school and was very smart and obviously had a good head for
business. One of the smartest things he ever did was settling down
and marrying Pat, who loves Gary dearly and I am so grateful he had
true love in the end. We all miss you and we love you Gary. You are
truly RIDING HIGH now!!! You are my hero, and I will never ever
forget you...all my love, your sister SueSue Luttrell
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What can you say about Gary...my sweet big brother. He was always
there for me...for anyone that needed him. I believe his first trip
to the ER was when we were less than 8 & 9. He would turn his
bicycle upside down and spin the pedals while pretending to be the
Ice Cream Man. I was the customer. I would tell him the "flavor of
choice" and he would spin the pedal the appropriate number of times
for the flavor I wanted. Then he'd reach in for the ice cream and
hand it to me. That is where it all went bad. He reached into the
spokes of a spinning wheel (not a good idea). Figure out the rest of
the story. He used to beat up the guys for me on the school bus that
weren't "proper" around me (or actually he had only to face off with
them and threaten to). That same gallant hero used to sneak into the
door way of my bedroom at night, lurking in the shadows of the hall
light, with his rubber Jim Bowie knife raised over his shoulder to
scare me. He'd just stand there in the shadows as I say would say...
"I KNOW it's you Gary...Stop. STOP! If you don't stop I'm gonna
tell... STOP...MOMMA!!! Gary won't quit scaring me!!" Awh...life was
always exciting in Jacksonland !HA! Swimming 2 laps in our pool
every new years eve...because we could! Getting up before dawn every
Sunday morning to get to the motocross race! Riding on the back of
his bike, being one with him as he leaned into the curves...or doing
wheelies down the street....with the engine screaming! Life was
great! He would lean down against the gas tank so I could feel the
wind in my face at mach nine! Getting six neighbor kids on his
Cushman Eagle...at one time (all time record...try and beat it!) and
riding to the local convenience store! I could share for hours...but
not sure about the statute of limitations...HA
But most of all, (Darrell Shannon...pay close attention...) my
precious hero/brother Gary Lee Jackson, came to a personal
relationship with the Creator of our universe, Christ, on April 11,
2001. So...without a doubt, Gary is enjoying eternal life with the
Lord! Riding wheelies across the sky! And yes, Darrell...he's
already making deals to get the perfect bike for you...to "follow
him" across the heavenly realms! Thank you all...for all that you
were to and for my brother!Melanie Bratton
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I'm not really sure what to write about Gary. There are so many
memories that I have of him that its hard to decide. Some my mom
should not know about either. Anyways, I feel that I was a lucky man
to have met Gary and worked with him. I had the privilege to be part
of the TDN team with Gary a couple of times and when the team won
the event in Spain it was a highlight of my trials career. It felt
great to share the feeling that all of our hard work and high speed
riding had paid off. And boy was there some high speed riding. That
was one of the best things about being a minder when Gary was with
us. We would have so much fun on the loop that we had to remember we
were there to help our riders during the trial. It wasn't all about
bikes either as Gary had a way of listening and putting in his two
cents worth that helped out a lot of people. I feel sorry for the
people that didn't get to know Gary Jackson, they missed out on a
great experience.Jesse Hoffman
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Unbelievable...pain...I should have...just rambling thoughts, Gary
is really gone, moved on to places we all will ride later. Met him
first in 1979, Guzzi dealership in Houston, started to know him bit
by bit in Austin and really liked the goodhearted, fun,
knowledgeable fellow. He made it a habit to visit my motorcycle shop
any time he was in the Austin area and I always looked forward to
it. We laughed, talked, shared motorcycle stories and became
friends. He helped so well with accommodating my Dutch Guzzi friends
with letting them use his warehouse space and equipment every time
the group came over for their America trip, 1990, 1993 and 2000. And
they all found a tremendous helpful and likeable person, often their
first meeting with "Americans", turned out to be with Gary. Can you
imagine a better start for a foreigner to discover this grand
country?He was a teacher when I started racing enduro's, he was
good and fun to ride with. I learned a lot of stuff about making
Ducati's faster and his knowledge was amazing about so many
subjects. Thanks so much for sharing, Gary! I knew his condition was
declining and had hoped to go overseas with him, Isle of Man would
have been a lot of fun with him. It won't be, we'll meet later
again. I'll cherish his memory and his friendship. Thanks so much
for giving, Gary.
Frans de Weers, San Antonio, Tx
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You guys cannot even imagine what bittersweet joy I feel each time I
read/re-read your entries here. Growing up with Gary was always fun
and exciting! "Us sisters" cherish Gary. We know how cool he is. It
is overwhelming to see how many lives he touched...how generous his
heart and soul and outstanding sense o' humor was...not just at
home, but everywhere he went, to all he encountered. The stories
shared with me at his memorial service yesterday gave me happiness
and comfort and confirmation of his presence living on! Thank you
all so much for opening your hearts and souls and sharing those
here...so that I can get a "good dose of Gary" each time I read.
Ya'll are the greatest.
In the words of Shakespeare, Gary can easily say... "I am wealthy in
my friends".Melanie Bratton
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It saddened our family to learn about Gary. He handled his illness
with such courage that many were not aware of the gravity of it. I
remember Gary looking exhausted after coming in from the soaked loop
at the Centerville Trial that year before he even knew about the
cancer. He rested for a few minutes and then was back at it doing
everything to make the event a success. My wife, Teresa, had been
through her own bout with cancer and her brother was currently
dealing with colon cancer, so when I learned about Gary's illness I
called to see if we could stop and visit after his surgery. Gary
remained as upbeat and optimistic as usual, despite the fact that
his cancer was quite advanced.
Since he was an afternoon rider, the only time I really got to ride
an event alongside Gary was at the Pastmasters at Rocky Ridge in
Kansas. It was fun riding with Gary and James, even though one day
was a deluge. Others have written about trying to follow Gary on the
loop. I couldn't have kept up with Gary when it was dry let alone in
the rain. On one section the lens came out of my glasses and they
waited until I got it back in and caught up. He brought along a set
of Michelins for my son Nick, who just turned 13 that summer. When
Gary found out Nick had saved his own money for the tires he
wouldn't take full price, even though his regular price was less
than normal. He even gave Nick a couple of pairs of Montesa socks.
That day we had taken a school from Mick Andrews and Mick helped us
put one of the new tires on, so Nick got help and encouragement from
two trials legends that weekend. Earlier Nick and I had learned a
lot from Gary at one of his trials schools in Somerville. That was
another rainy ride, with Gary ignoring the weather to give to the
sport and teach a group of us. He spent quite a bit of time helping
Nick learn how to make rain slicked turns.Our prayers have been
with Gary from the beginning. Our hearts go out to Pat and his
family at this difficult time.
Russ, Teresa, and Nick Bessette
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We all know how humble Gary is. I'll never forget when I finally
realized the magnitude of his trials endeavor...with the American
team traveling across the world. I was in his office one day as he
wheeled/dealed (bikes/racing...not M&J stuff...anyone surprised?). I
asked him how in the world did he get privilege of being a part of
the team. He kinda ducked his head as he does and said, "I guess
they think I'm a good minder". And...as only the kind and loving
sister I am could say... "Mind? Obviously none of the team has ever
talked with Momma!" And he gave his world famous grin and sarcastic
response to me. And we laughed...something we do so well.As young
adults, Gary and I with buds, would be traveling to Austin or
Colorado to camp. One of the exciting memories of that is riding in
the van as Gary drove...and read motorcycle magazines at the same
time. I've seen him read 2 at a time and drive! As we camped, Gary
could hear a motorcycle off in the distance...and tell you what
brand/type of bike it was.
Our dad would say..."If you're not living on the edge, you're
taking up too much room". Gary lived it!
Melanie Bratton
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I have known Gary for about 20 years. I rode my dirt bikes with him
and his many friends for a lot of those years and have some trophies
and memories that I would not have if not for him. I am glad to have
known him and very sad at his passing.Jim Jackson
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I first was introduced to Gary on the phone and for several years I
never really knew him in person. We ordered parts from each other on
the phone every week. Eventually we met each other at a national but
really did not spend to much time together until the TDN in 1995.
Both Gary and myself would go as minders for the team effort in
Austria. We had some serious work ahead of us as the B line had not
been established yet so we would be riding the only line or A line.
We both had a lot of bike experience and we both had plenty of
minding experience but we were quite concerned about our goal and
job which was to see that the team finish the trial doing the best
we could. It had rained all week and we knew it was not going to be
an easy day but that in no way would keep a smile off Gary's face.
We were both thrilled to be there and give it all we had.Our day
started off pretty well and then half way around the second loop
things began changing fast. Kempkes failed to make one of the big
steps in the trial. Gary and I decided the step was too scary for 1
spotter so we both waited and hoped Jesse would get up far enough to
make it or we could make the catch if he didn't. Gary was one of few
minders willing to dive head first down over a huge step to catch
someone, but Kemkes didn't get close enough and came away from the
wall instead of up it. The bike crashed violently back to the
bottom. We both knew it would be bad and sure enough a fork tube was
bent and disc bent. Time was becoming the big factor for all teams
as not enough time was allowed for the event. Gary and I decided I
would stay and fix Kempkes' bike and Gary would ride with the rest
of the team. We had no time to waste. Jesse was fixed in about 30
minutes, with the help of another bike used for parts, and we set
out to catch the rest of the team. We caught up two sections later
and were together again, but as we rode the next section two riders
had flats! Again Gary and I revised the game plan but it was getting
real scary looking like a DNF for time. We worked together fixing
the tires and as each rider was fixed they went on because there
were lines at every section and we had not a minute to spare. With
all riders gone Gary and I put away tools in our thirty pound packs
and set out to catch the riders at whatever point they had got to.
Before taking off, Gary told me he had lost his rear brake but he
just smiled even though the chips were down and we were both
exhausted. He took off first and I was thinking he would really be
having some problems going fast with no rear brake. That's when I
learned a whole lot about Gary's go fast capabilities. I kept Gary
in sight for a couple of minutes and then decided I would be
crashing hard if I kept it up, so I slowed down. There is no way I
could stay with him. I arrived at the next section and half the team
was there. I told Gary he was scaring me and I got the famous smile
and a one liner. "I hoped we would get a chance to ride today." At
that point time was almost up for the team and to finish our only
option was to start punching out of the next four sections. It would
take each team nearly eight minutes to get through a section so if
there was a line it was over. Gary and I decided our effort needed
to be to get the team together at the last section. I switched bikes
with Gary because he was faster and someone had to go ahead and tell
the other team members to punch out and meet at the final section.
Gary loved the challenge and was able to get the two team members to
the final section. Everyone was there at the last section as a team
and we had seven minutes before a DNF. The team had to moto the last
section but it was awesome as everyone had a good ride and got
through it with a minute to spare.
I will always remember that day with the team and Gary. I learned
a lot more that day than how fast Gary was or what a skilled
mechanic under pressure he was. I learned what a good person Gary
was and why he was such an asset to the TdN team. Gary had a huge
heart for trials and motorcycle competition in general. He worked
hard on the team in every way. Others would watch him with
inspiration and everyone tried their hardest because it was obvious
Gary was giving 100%. I was not at the TdN in Spain when the team
won but when I got the news my first thought was that Gary earned
that and I am so happy he got to be a part of it. Gary was great
with people and the thing I admire most about him was his ability to
make you smile. I can never think of a moment with Gary that he
didn't greet me with a smile and leave me with one. It wasn't just
the smile but knowing the man it came from within.
Mike Komer
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It is with great sadness that I have known on your website that Gary
Jackson passed away a few days ago. I had a wonderful
telephone, fax and, more recently, e-mail relationship with Gary.
He was one of these persons one feels as a real and supportive
friend, always ready to lend a hand. He was also a very good
technician and he had an unlimited love for motorcycles and
motorcycling, but, above all, he had a tremendous vitality. I
have never been in Texas but, thanks to Gary, I feel Houston as my
second home. I'll never forget his warm accent and the way he
made difficult things look simple.Good bye, dear friend, with
tears in my eyes that will take long to dry.
José Franqueira
Madrid. Spain
anesdor@anesdor.com
Phone: 34-91-535.14.01
Fax: 34-91-535.13.27
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It's almost Christmas time! That great time of year when every true
and REAL bike enthusiast hopes and dreams that perfect two wheeled
specimen will be under the tree come Christmas morn! Oh yeah, he
also hopes Santa leaves a couple o' goodies for the kids too!
Reflecting back on Christmas growing up in the land of Jacksons... I
remembered Gary getting his first pair of motocross boots! Santa was
good that year! And now that Gary is not around to "beat me up" for
telling on him.... I'll share with you all how much they meant to
him. He was about 15 years old that Christmas...and Gary slept that
first night in his brand new shiny "weighed more than he did"
motocross boots! A true motorcycle man!Merry Christmas to all who
loved Gary ALMOST as much as I!
Melanie Bratton
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I never knew Gary other than via email, but I thought you might like
to know this info. As an associate editor for the Texas Motorized
Trails Coalition (TMTC) newsletter, I was searching for some photos
back in August for an article about the various types of dirtbikes....and
I requested on the trials mailing list for help....and of course,
Gary sent me several photos to use.His photo appeared on page 9
of the Fall 2002 issue of Wheels of Progress. It was the great shot
everyone likes so much...in the woods at the Pastmasters 2002. I'm
glad I now have several photos of him in the archives on the TON
website. I'm sure he will be part of the Texas offroad community
history.
It has been difficult for me to think he was so much a part of
everyone's lives...and then so quickly he's gone....and I never had
a chance to meet him or get to know him.
Bobby Beamer
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Where does one start when speaking of Gary Jackson? Can I reveal to
you the "real" Gary, the Gary only a few lucky people knew?
Fortunately, I have many wonderful memories of him; the summers
spent camping at the River Rat campgrounds in New Braunfels, TX and
rafting on the Guadalupe River, of being taken for hair raising
rides at the speed of sound (130 m/HR) with my face buried into the
back of his jacket and my fingers clamped in a death grip, of being
introduced to "Das Boot" with subtitles, and musicians like Kate
Bush, of riding passenger in his white van, which smelled of oil and
dirt, as he drove with his palm while making deals on his phone,
drinking a coke, and rifling through papers all while speeding
through Houston traffic. I could sit and talk to Gary for hours
(though I enjoyed it more and learned the most when I just listened)
and feel as though I had been enlightened. Gary was wise, caring,
generous and gentle. His sideways grin and dry sense of humor were
trademarks of his character. He possessed an amount of integrity
that is uncommon on this earth and though small in stature, he was
the biggest person I have ever known, and most likely, will ever
know.So, can I tell you all of a Gary that you did not know? No.
Gary was the kind of person that gave his all to each relationship,
whether that relationship was by telephone, email, or best of all in
person. You all know the "real" Gary that I loved so dearly,
respected and admired; and it is through the personal memories that
each of you so generously share that my dear "Big" brother lives on
and grows bigger. And though memories cannot fill the vast emptiness
left by Gary's departure, they do help to ease the pain and bring a
smile, and often a tear, in warm and loving remembrance.
With gratitude, please, continue to honor Gary and comfort us all
by sharing your memories.
With great and unending love and respect for the biggest man I
ever knew,
Sandie Leigh (sister number 4)
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It’s taken me a while to come to grips with what I’m about to say,
since it’s a new year my resolution was to get this off my chest.
I am not a great rider by any stretch of the imagination, but I try
to use the things taught to me by those that are gracious enough to
explain the skills needed to ride trials properly. Nobody taught me
more than Gary, he always made it sound and look so simple that I
could sometimes convince myself it was but I usually don’t progress
very quickly. So I was quite surprised when I was out at a friends
place in Wimberly riding the rocky creek and ledges on his property
one afternoon. Everything was just so perfect, I was able to place
the bike exactly where it needed to be, I felt totally in control of
every obstacle, I tried things I normally wouldn’t. My friend
commented “You make it look effortless.” I agreed but confirmed that
this was not usually the case so we both enjoyed sharing my Montesa
well into the evening. Finally things swung back to more normal for
me as I poked my eye on a small branch and decided to take a break.
While watching my friend through a blurry and teary eye I kept
thinking to myself “Man I really wish Gary was here, I just can’t
believe this is all so easy like he kept telling me.” Well as it got
darker we headed back and I headed home still thinking about what a
great ride it had been and that maybe I should call Gary the next
day. The next morning instead I got a call from my good friend Leo
telling me Gary had passed away. I didn’t want to ride for several
weeks after that news, now I do and while it’s apparent I’ve lost
those great skills I had for a few hours late in the afternoon and
into the evening of November 23, 2002 I now KNOW that I can do it
and that it can really feel as easy as Gary always said.
PATMAN
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The races in Centerville over the weekend (FEB 1-2, 03) was only the
beginning of an opportunity for all of us to pay back maybe just a
piece of what Gary Jackson gave to trials competition, and to those
that knew and loved him in the motorcycle world...It was
incredible to be there, and to purchase Gary's personal belongings
with such history (not to mention mud, sweat and tears!!!) knowing
the proceeds will go to help his lovely wife Pat and to MD Anderson
Cancer Center.
We love you Gary!!!!!!
A Friend
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I didn't have the privilege of knowing Gary for very long. I knew of
him through the State Series and my first trip to the Pastmasters in
2000. But I really met him at the Pastmasters in 2001. I was lucky
enough to be grouped up with Gary, James Wipff and Russ Bessette as
the group from Texas. Since I have much less riding experience than
the rest of the group I was taken under Gary's mentoring wing. He
not only coached me on riding techniques but helped me with issues
related to my bike. During the trial I had broken a u-bolt that
holds my handlebars on the bike. I somehow found another one and
with Gary taking the lead on the repair project we got it fixed so
that I could finish the trial. This meant a lot to me as I had
gotten a DNF the previous year. I could have never finished without
his and the other guys help. It's hard to find in this world these
days someone who genuinely cares enough to stop and help someone
else who needs assistance. Gary was that type of man. His kindness
and caring certainly flowed out to others as those whom I have met
who knew Gary show well his influence. So for as little time as I
knew Gary, to me, he was a great rider and an even Greater Man. I
will miss him too, but am a better person for knowing him.Russ
Corum
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Considering Gary always enjoyed a good laugh and with the deepest
respect here are a few quotes that make me smile with tears in my
eyes.“That’s like having 2 girl friends, it’s more trouble than
fun.” –referring to cheap add-on spark arrestors.
“Tell your wife it’s much less expensive to get that new bike
than having a girlfriend.” – self explanatory.
And I'm sure everyone can fill in the rest of this one.
“Ride your trials bike with your legs spread like a $2....” – when
first teaching me to ride trials.
PATMAN
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"When you crunch up the potato chips, you actually have more....."
An inside joke (Gary, Momma and Sue)Sue Luttrell
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The greatest words of wisdom Gary ever gave me...the oldest of his
four sisters, are..."Don't Worry About It". I am only about 15
months younger than he. We spent much time together growing up. As I
would share with him my teenage woes, he'd patiently listen, then
calmly reply, "Don't worry about it". I used to HATE hearing that
from him. Now, I realize how powerful and empowering those words
from Gary were. That is what real living is about... "Don't worry
about it"...or as in the words of our Lord... "Be anxious in
nothing". sigh. Gary...a man of integrity. I love you Gary Lee! You
are the wind beneath my wings...from the beginning...until I see you
again in Heaven! Now I know the thunder in the clouds will be you,
racing the engine of your heavenly bike over the clouds!Melanie
Bratton
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Here's a "GARY CLASSIC" that one of his faithful sidekicks reminded
me of this past weekend...Listen closely... "There's no law against
being stupid".Melanie Bratton
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You all will figure this one out..... "Get me the
(siphon) hose."When you are really losing bad at Monopoly and you
decide to take a break and make tollhouse cookies at midnight and
realize there are no chocolate chips, and asking Gary to take me to
the Stop-N-Go...
And another thing.... GARY is the one that told me it was
important to always have FRESH air in your tires because old air
gets stale and the molecules break down..........and that is what
causes blow-outs...
Gary's Sister Sue
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One that got brought up yesterday I had forgotten about."The
brake is only there in case you forget what to do with the
throttle."
PATMAN
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"Kim, It definitely shifts on the left and brakes on the right"I
am not quite sure what he meant. (I was usually under the bike or
asking a real stupid question)
Kim McCandless
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Here is another famous saying of Gary's when he was teaching new
riders how to deal with steep or slick downhill runs:"Always
remember, 2 miles per hours is twice as fast as 1 mile per hour!"
Also, if you ever traveled through Elgin, Texas with Gary, you
will surely know where to stop and pick up a sausage wrap!
Darrell
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SAFELY HOME
I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus' love illuminated
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust our Father's Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth --
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!
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