A couple of memories of mine of Steve was when my wife, Forest, and I met Steve and Susan at Mount Rainier and they were camped out at Cougar Rock campground.   I was an assistant scout master and one of the things I liked doing was dutch oven cooking, so I thought it would be cool to do a peach cobbler dessert there.  Steve and Susan brought the canned peaches and we had PLENTY of peaches since I told Steve to get a "Costco-sized" can.  Little did I realize the true size of a can of Costco peaches.   Dessert turned out great (lots of peaches in the cobbler)!   Another memory I have of Steve was his attention to detail when he was into H-O gauge (as I remember) model railroading.  He would buy basically unpainted engines and train cars and detail them - they were amazing when he was done!   

 Steve and I have shared the love of motorcycles dating back to the sixties.  He had a 500 Triumph and I had an rd 400 Yamaha.  We used to investigate the back roads in the San Fernando valley and surrounding hills before it was so built up.  We continued that shared interest even when he relocated to Seattle and I stayed in Los Angeles.  Every year the VME--a group of vintage motorcycle lovers would have the Isle of Vashon event where you would board a ferry from downtown Seattle and ride over to Vashon island.  The whole event  was to loosely mimic the famous Isle of Mann race where famous motorcycle riders would circulate the island a  breakneck speeds.  There was no racing at Vashon but more of a leisurely tour around the island which was also a poker run.  It was always an invigorating event from the ferry ride often through the fog with hundreds of motorcycles on board, to the scenic ride around the island.  One of the last events we attended was somewhat marred by a rather large arrogant member who insisted we pay for the poker run even though we were not participating in it.  My instinct was to get away from him, but Steve showed a side to himself I had never seen.  He was in this guys face asking his name and affiliation to report him to the VME association.  He explained that he only gets to see his best friend once a year and this person  had attempted to ruin the visit.  Both Steve and I are quiet reserved people who do not engage in confrontation.  But that day he was not about to have some bully try to push us around.  If I had not realized before how important our visits were, I certainly did after that day and every day after.

Steve and I decided to go up to the land of " flowers in your hair" sometime in the middle sixties .  What was fairly unique about this trip is that it was accomplished in a red Austin Healy sprite with two guitars  and a few overnight bags.  Mind you, this car has barely enough room for its passengers, let alone anything else.   We ended up sleeping in the car at the side of the road a few nights accompanied by the sound of ten wheelers thundering by and rocking the diminutive little car each time.   We got out a few times to play in sing beside the pacific ocean on route 1.  We visited a few coffee houses when we got to haight ashbury  and the first one we came to said on its billboard that Chris and Steve were playing that night.   That kind of made our trip in that our names were on display,  obviously they must have been imposters since the real Chris and Steve had just arrived.

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Steve Bradley Royer

November 19, 1945 – January 29, 2021

Acacia Memorial Park & Funeral Home

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