To my dad:
I love you so much and miss you more than you will ever know. When you died a piece of me died with you. You will forever remain in my heart as well as in the hearts of so many others that love you. I'll see you on the other side.
Until then,
Sunny
Louis McDaniel was born to James "Dick" McDaniel and Barbara Adams on February 18, 1952. He passed away from a heart attack at the age of 47 on February 7, 1999 He lived in and around Thorndale all his life and has many friends and family living there.
He is survived by his daughter Sunny, his mother Barbara and his brother Mickey.
Many of you knew him as Louis but I knew him as dad. Not only was he my father but he was my best friend. Anyone that knew him knew that his passion was motorcycles, living free and partying, oh, and aggravating the hell out of people was fun for him too. The day my dad died it was like the worlds greatest party had ended. He was always the life of the party. Full of wit and sarcasm, there was never a dull moment when he was around. One of his favorite things to say was, "Let's party!!", and boy did he. He liked to poke fun at the people that he said took life way too serious. He had the most free and fun-loving spirit of anyone I've ever known. I often think that he lived his life the way he did because he knew that his time on earth was going to be short so why not live it to the fullest. He had a kind and gracious heart, with a soft-spot for those less fortunate. It wasn't unusual for him to give a handout, that being money or even clothes, to someone in need. With my dad/Louis what you saw was what you got. There was nothing fake about him. If he was your friend, he was your TRUE friend and would do anything for you. He would give his right arm if he knew it was going to help you out, but if you were his enemy, you were his enemy. Enemies were something he had very few of. He didn't tolerate any shit. Well, let me rephrase that, he didn't tolerate much crap, the only shit he tolerated for some reason was from those crazy ass women he seemed to get involved with, but that's a whole other story. I think you all get my point about what a phenomenal man my father was. If you were fortunate enough to know him and be a part of his life you can attest to the things I have said. I was blessed to have spent 19 years with such a wonderful man. He was an amazing father and friend. May you never forget him!!
I ask one thing of all of you and it is this. Every time you get on your bike to take a ride or when you come to the annual Louis Run, ride for Louis. He would love nothing more than to be riding beside you all, and in spirit, he is, so do it for him. Please don't ever forget who this ride is for and what it's all about.
I love you all because he loved you!!
Sunny McDaniel-Gebhart
I would like to thank everyone who has anything to do with making the Louis Run possible each year. We appreciate all that you do.
Stories that I remember (I think everyone has a story they can tell about Louis)
* We were at Brushy Creek one night and this woman was sitting by my dad. She was doing some heavy duty flirting, obviously trying to pick him up. She got up from the table for a minute and when she walked away my dad said, " Hey, watch this I bet when she smiles she's got some teeth missing." He said, "I don't know why the hell it is but women with teeth missing always end up hitting on me." Sure enough when she came back he cracked a joke so that she would laugh and he could prove to me that she was missing some teeth. Indeed she was!!
**One night at Steve's Place my dad decided he would clean out his leather jacket. He was showing us all of the necessary things one needs to carry along with them, maybe in their leather jacket, at all times. He began emptying his pockets and there we saw.......a very large pocket knife, lots of rocks (which he said were a necessity in order to "handle" those people that always ride your ass when you're on your bike), 2 hard boiled eggs wrapped in foil, a pair of underwear and a few other things I won't mention. We all got a huge laugh out of it.
*** Ask Steve or Karen about the time he went the wrong way down a one-way and some how talked himself out of a ticket. That story will have you laughing for days.
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