Michael Kluth "Mike" Passed away on our shared birthday 12-21-2024 at the age of 71.
Most people knew him by his pride and joy a 1937 Studebaker Coupe Express.
He was the best father a girl could ever have and an all around amazing man. I grew up going to car shows with him and he passed the love of the classics on to the point that we even included his truck in my wedding (I arrived with him in it and then left with my husband, we had hoped to have our 1952 Packard 200 deluxe running but didn't get it done in time so we left in our 1985 Corvette instead. My dad had been helping us build the Packard just as his dad helped him build his Coupe.)
We will be doing a celebration of life get together soon as weather gets a bit better.
~Dads last ride~
Through winding roads and highways wide,
He drove his classics, full of pride.
Chrome gleamed bright, the engines roared,
Each ride a journey he adored.
But time rolled on, as time will do,
And heaven’s gates came into view.
A voice then called, “Come take a ride,
The tanks stay full, the tires don’t wear,
And every drive is free of care.
No rust, no dents, no parts to mend—
Just endless roads that never end.”
With one last rev, he grinned so wide,
And cruised through heaven, side by side,
With angels near and stars above—
With every shift and every turn,
The passion still would brightly burn
For in the clouds, where dreamers roam,
A classic car is always home.
Most people knew him by his pride and joy a 1937 Studebaker Coupe Express.
He was the best father a girl could ever have and an all around amazing man. I grew up going to car shows with him and he passed the love of the classics on to the point that we even included his truck in my wedding (I arrived with him in it and then left with my husband, we had hoped to have our 1952 Packard 200 deluxe running but didn't get it done in time so we left in our 1985 Corvette instead. My dad had been helping us build the Packard just as his dad helped him build his Coupe.)
We will be doing a celebration of life get together soon as weather gets a bit better.
~Dads last ride~
Through winding roads and highways wide,
He drove his classics, full of pride.
Chrome gleamed bright, the engines roared,
Each ride a journey he adored.
But time rolled on, as time will do,
And heaven’s gates came into view.
A voice then called, “Come take a ride,
The tanks stay full, the tires don’t wear,
And every drive is free of care.
No rust, no dents, no parts to mend—
Just endless roads that never end.”
With one last rev, he grinned so wide,
And cruised through heaven, side by side,
With angels near and stars above—
With every shift and every turn,
The passion still would brightly burn
For in the clouds, where dreamers roam,
A classic car is always home.
I currently have his Kawasaki Vulcan (it was the last bike my grandpa got before he died, last year dad gave it to me to ride so I could keep up with the others. I'm hoping to keep at least the bike but that's up to my mom now.) Theres still a few Indians (mostly parts from them) and my dad just went and got a newer one a few years ago, I have always adored the look of them over other bikes out there. 
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