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Last week my I was visiting a conscious, caring, compassionate, curious man who’s name is Ray Speth. My son, Alex, came along for the ride to meet Ray at his house in North Phoenix. Ray and I first met more than 20 years ago when my wife and I attended a party at the same home.
It was late morning in Phoenix, Arizona. Alex and I drove from my home about twenty minutes north and east of Ray’s house. I vaguely remembered where it is because it’s hard to miss. Ray’s house sits on top of a small mountain in northeast Phoenix.
Upon reaching the top of Ray’s hill, I parked my 4Runner and cranked the steering wheel hard to the left just in case the emergency brake might unleash my dream truck onto the house next to Ray’s compound. As Alex and I begin walking up the hill, we see Ray barreling towards us at terminal velocity on his Harley Davidson motorcycle. He yells as he goes by, “Make yourself at home guys. I’ll be right back. I need to run down and pick up a brrrrrrraaaaaap.”
Ray just blasted by us on his 995 pound V-twin beast flying down the tiny mountain. Alex and I walked in through the open door of Ray’s three-car garage. We cut through the side door to get to the back. Overhead we see a massive deck that’s under construction. A guy almost as big as the house comes toward us and greets us with a big smile. He’s the…
