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Bad accident last night

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#1 ·
SS, Jeremy Ahnen was killed last night in a rollover accident.

Immortal, another long time member here was also seriously injured.
 
#42 ·
Had the privilege of going back and fourth with both of them on here and then I had the privilege of meeting both of them. I bought a kerosene heater off Dave which I still use. Then his sister and him bought a car off me a few years ago. Jeremy and his ex-wife traded in the jeeps they had to me and bought a jeep Patriot. Jeremy said he wanted to get out of wheeling. He sure did like trolling me on Facebook hahaha he was a good dude. Very happy to hear Dave will be okay.
 
#47 ·
I'm still having a hard time processing this.
Jeremy was one of my best friends, we have talked to each other every day for years.
He invited me down that day, but I was busy getting the sami ready for the reject run. I can't help but feel some responsibility for him being gone today.


See you again one day in valhalla, jeremy.
 
#51 ·
Alex, sorry for your loss.:( Speaking from personal experience, you can't blame yourself for something you had no control over. When my best friend drowned, I blamed myself because I talked him into going hunting that day. But it wasn't my fault. He was doing what he wanted to do. Same with Jeremy. He chose to be where he was.

Don't ever blame yourself for this. It's simply part of the life we live. All you can do is learn from it. Hang in there. :thumb:
 
#49 ·
SS and Jeremy are the same person.
 
#56 ·
Haven’t logged in for quite a few years. I hate that this post is the reason bringing me back.

Jeremy was one of my best friends. Met here. Every time we hung out, it was always a wild time. I can’t express how deeply saddened I am by this. He’s the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his back. Army veteran. Tanker. Used to give him shit for being just smart enough to hold that MOS. The first time we met, it was at the sportsman in Clarkston. He ordered a chicken Alfredo pizza that he would ALWAYS bring up every time we hung out. His loud obnoxious laugh was contagious. We met an old Indian that we called John Redcorn there that drew a set of tits on a napkin. Some events of that night I won’t share, but know it was pretty crazy. When we woke up in our waitresses apartment, I drove him home. I didn’t realize he lived all the way up in Washington TWP at 26 and Van ****. That night was the first time meeting him. Since then, we were like brothers. His loud obnoxious laugh was contagious. His memes were trash but you couldn’t help but laugh at them. He was a great father. He loved his little girl to pieces. He had his run of bad luck but he always managed to get back up on his feet. I met Alex through him. Hell, the first night I met Alex, we all ended up at Biscos. Jer kept fucking with my sunroof all the way there acting upset I wouldn’t let him smoke in my new truck.

He was like my brother. We were supportive of each other. We had each other’s back. Like Alex, I’m having a hard time accepting this. He was too young. I hate knowing his daughter will now grow up without her father. His parents will have to bury their child. I keep looking at the news article and it kills me seeing his name. I know it will get easier with time, but I keep hoping that this is just a bad joke.

With that said, pour a glass of Bulleit in his memory.

Rest easy brother. We’ll take it from here.
 
#58 ·
Haven’t logged in for quite a few years. I hate that this post is the reason bringing me back.



Jeremy was one of my best friends. Met here. Every time we hung out, it was always a wild time. I can’t express how deeply saddened I am by this. He’s the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his back. Army veteran. Tanker. Used to give him shit for being just smart enough to hold that MOS. The first time we met, it was at the sportsman in Clarkston. He ordered a chicken Alfredo pizza that he would ALWAYS bring up every time we hung out. His loud obnoxious laugh was contagious. We met an old Indian that we called John Redcorn there that drew a set of tits on a napkin. Some events of that night I won’t share, but know it was pretty crazy. When we woke up in our waitresses apartment, I drove him home. I didn’t realize he lived all the way up in Washington TWP at 26 and Van ****. That night was the first time meeting him. Since then, we were like brothers. His loud obnoxious laugh was contagious. His memes were trash but you couldn’t help but laugh at them. He was a great father. He loved his little girl to pieces. He had his run of bad luck but he always managed to get back up on his feet. I met Alex through him. Hell, the first night I met Alex, we all ended up at Biscos. Jer kept fucking with my sunroof all the way there acting upset I wouldn’t let him smoke in my new truck.



He was like my brother. We were supportive of each other. We had each other’s back. Like Alex, I’m having a hard time accepting this. He was too young. I hate knowing his daughter will now grow up without her father. His parents will have to bury their child. I keep looking at the news article and it kills me seeing his name. I know it will get easier with time, but I keep hoping that this is just a bad joke.



With that said, pour a glass of Bulleit in his memory.



Rest easy brother. We’ll take it from here.
He brought me a bottle of bulliet as a house warming gift when I moved into the house I'm in now. It's still half full.

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