We remember Max in pictures and prose.

The saga of the motorcycles

Max was diagnosed with FHC was he was 15 years old. He tried to continue to go to school, but we soon realized that it was almost impossible with his schedule at St. Jude and the way he felt after his chemo. I tried to keep working, too. That meant Max was stuck at home all day without a way to get around. We were talking about it one day and stumbled upon the idea of Max getting a motorcycle license. The minimum age to get a motorcycle license in Tennessee is 15, so we started looking around for a couple of bikes. Our close friend, Bryan, helped us quite a bit. We didn’t know anything about motorcycles. At the same time that we were looking for bikes to buy, we signed up for a motorcycle safety course at a local community college: Max, his brother Alec, and me. The only one who was left out was Max’s sister, Nicole, but she was only 12 years old at the time and had no interest in motorcycles. So three of us headed off to biker safety school.