Road Warrior, mentor and friend Don Mull.

Back in 98 when I first joined the chapter there was a group of RC’s that were rough and tumble hardcore riders. Don Mull was a special person within the group of Road Warriors. He was one of the most friendly, loving people on the road. To many he was a super dad or grandpa on wheels. Don, with his dog, went everywhere together.

Don had hundreds of special out of the way places and roads around the Hood Canal that he would take our group. How he remembered all those turns and stops that were never on the map was amazing and yes like a good RC he had his mandatory U turn. You could always find Don in a crowd, His very thin white hair against his black leather jacket and that amazing brown dog of his were easy to recognize and so was Dons Bike. What other bike had a shopping cart chopped, lowered and bolted to the back of his Road King. All that for his riding buddy neckerchief and all. When the bike started, he was on the back seat and in the basket ready to rumble down the highway.

Don was a free spirit that was in love with life. His bike was just one expression in his life. He was one with the bike, and rode her hard the way she wanted to be ridden. Don was a “Just Do it” kind of person. For Don, life was too short and there was no way to roll back time. I know Don did not want to go the way he did but in life, it was a good way to pass on to the other side. While walking his dog with friends one evening, he just fell due to a brain aneurism, never to get up. He left many empty places in our hearts. His dog was taken in by friends but he left behind a special loving daughter that will always love Don.

We miss you Don, Semper Fi.

Lance MacKay

Don Mull was only one of five Road Captains in 1994, the other two were Len Dickenson (the then Chapter Director), Mike Preston (1993's Director), Lance Carleton and Cache Morse. Don lived in Monroe, WA and rode a red and white ultra glide that frequently blared with polka music from it's many speakers. He was a true character in many senses and was loved by all. He worked at the State Penitentiary at Monroe as a guard and was eager to retire at a full age. Not long after he retired, he was walking his dog down the calm streets of Monroe where he suffered a massive heart attack. He is best known by long time chapter member for riding fast, hard and dangerously while leading his groups and was the inspiration for the Road Captain Standards as the GNW Road Captains adhere to today.