It saddens me to share with you the loss of a giant in the bike community. On Tuesday, August 25th, my best friend and riding partner of the past 10 years passed away at the ripe old age of 15.

Over the past years, Harley had quietly amassed a body of work that rivals that of the great riding stars of our time. Her resume includes more appearances in bike media than I can possibly remember, but some of her more memorable appearances include multiple appearances in North Shore Extreme, Kranked, New World Disorder, the Pist-n-Broke movies, as well as the Ride Guide and Drop In. She also found her way into many print publications in Canada, the US, the UK, and even Japan and Germany.

If you met Harley, she made an impression. Actually, on many of you she made scars. Not that she was mean spirited, but she did have a problem differentiating fingers from sticks. The list of people that she bit over the years reads like the cast from a bike video. Harley not only shredded lines like skinny logs and gnarly rock faces, she also rode bikes and loved helicopters.

There are dogs and there are dogs, but Harley was a true one of a kind. Deaf from birth, and full of excess amounts of energy, she was more work to have around than any other dog I’ve had, but it was all worth it. She always was good for another lap, sang for you when she was happy, and never forgot someone that she had a good ride with. Oh, and she tortured Richie Schley endlessly by herding him into corners.

I’ve said for years that if you live a good life, you get to come back as our dog. All dogs go to heaven, but Harley made it here on earth.