Phil Bliss aka injun

Rest In Peace

We will never forget
Phil Bliss aka injun
Passed away 7/30/2019

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I was hoping to get a picture of Phil so this is a bit tardy. None could be provided by any barfers so I did a deep dive through his posting history.
It was a task, but it brought me back to why I loved this man. Here is a summary of my search and a write up to remember him.

Injun joined barf in 2008 at little later stage in Life.
I found a man with a gentle online demeanor, a passion for motorcycles and someone who cared about people and enjoyed teh barf. He had so many posts talking about how he loved this community. Reviewing his posts from front to back I sure do miss seeing him post :(

I had the pleasure of meeting he and his wife at the Olive Branch BBQ meet. Seems Phil enjoyed food often chiming in on BBQ and food threads. Once of many passions from what I have been reading. Family, motos, food an photography were among his favorite things. Putting up a picture of himself was not. :p

He was so [https://www.bayarearidersforum.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8800811&postcount=18]appreciative[/url] of what BARF brought to his life. We were seeing him sell off his motorcycles shortly before that as his time for two wheels was waning.

Injun had done some flat track in his bloodline and some drag racing (pic from Idaho on his Kawi H2 Triple below) and show genuine thought into what riding a motorcycle fast was in reality. He was a lifer.

Phil left behind a loving wife Nancy, kids and grandkids. I have to believe he was one hell of a Grand Father. His love of family came across often.

Favorite possession?… a poem by his then 3rd grade son.

Injun owned and ran a shop before moving to the City and opening an Art Gallery called the Look Gallery at 720 Geary Street . I don’t know how long he did that, but this thread shows his humor about it looking back.

Walking through his posts to do this I noted his desire to contribute to BARF. Getting his wife (who he called the the BOSS) to set up paypal just to do that. This went on for a couple months and he finally made it. He posted a lot in the teens while mending a knee. Finally in July of ’16 he was able to reclaim his passion for the wind. His last post was in a thread I started last March about dealing with old man injuries.

At 65 he finally considered quitting riding after 51 years.

Phil posted this which seems to fit here:

“This is something I wrote many years ago thinking about my first bicycle rides as a youngster.

TO FLY

Dust clinging at your heels
Wind flowing all around
Sweat chilling your body
Stopping in a cloud of dust that covers everything in remembrance of time long ago

Listen and the grass is talking to all that are willing

Bringing the air in you can taste the summer, surging, pushing, and straining for life of it's own

In silence it is taken in, absorbed into every pore every sense

You are a part of all and less

To see, to hear, to taste, and to feel all that are wishing to be

To be a part of it sharing with all.

Walks With The Wind”.

In a thread about Eastern Indians Phil posted that he is a feather kind
His Native American Indian name…which was his grandfather’s too.

“Walks with the Wind”. He will be remembered by me when the wind stirs.

Godspeed my friend. :rip
 
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