Christopher Raymond Cane, born September 27, 1968 in Altoona, PA., passed away in a motorcycle crash on August 31st, 2018.
He is survived by his mother, Margaret (Peggy) Cane; his sister Ruth Cane Jones; his niece, Hannah Jones, all of Gulfport, FL., and his beloved family members in Pennsylvania.
Chris was nothing if not a free spirit, with a deep love of friendship and speed.
He began as a youngster on bicycles and dirt bikes, doing tricks and stunts that should not have ended well.
As he grew, he found the love of speed on water, racing jet skis with a growing band of friends.
Later on, he developed a love for motorcycles, and over the years, joined a community of avid riders, learning from mentors the proper way to ride, always stressing safety, and eventually the importance of wearing the proper "GEAR" to protect his body, no matter how hot his body became in our Florida hear and humidity.
As he aged, he began to be a mentor himself, teaching the younger up and coming riders the same lessons he had learned, and correcting them when necessary.
Sometimes rough, blunt, and to the point, "a gear Nazi and hardass", but always with safety in mind.
He loved his sport, his bikes, and his "community" of riders with all his heart.
He has left us too soon, and will be missed by many, old friends and new.
Three weeks shy of his 50th birthday, he leaves us to remember the good times, the bad times, the times he drove us crazy (a lot).
But he will always have his place in our hearts and minds, wondering how he could be gone so soon.
There will be no formal funeral. I don't think he would have wanted that. His family on wheels will honor him with a memorial gathering, to share their love, anger, shock, and tears.
To those old friends from his youth: honor him by taking the time to tell your family and friends how much you love them. Hold them tight in your heart, embrace them often.
Life is fleeting, but the heart never forgets.
"We are the remembers, the people left behind, to keep the one who's gone from us alive in heart and mind; the people left to cherish and preserve a legacy. Yes, we are the remembers...and we always will be," Anon