I'll always cherish my memories of our times in Sturgis with Jerry. One specific moment perfectly captures the kind of man he was. On one of our trips, I decided last minute that I needed to run into town for something I'd wished I'd bought earlier. Everyone else was hot and tired and didn't want to go, but Jerry immediately volunteered.
He got up with that big grin of his and walked all the way there and back with me, never complaining once. I vividly recall asking him why he was always walking a step behind me through the crowds of bikes. He just smiled and said, "It's called chivalry. This way I can see you and keep you safe." In this instance I recalled him walking beside me at my wedding as he walked me down the aisle.
It seems like a small thing, but that walk, and his quiet protectiveness, meant the world to me. He was the best kind of friend and the only father figure I have known.
I miss him more than words can say.
Rest well, Jerry. I love you.
Rhoda Olson
Proud to be his daughter-in-law