Honoring Kenneth "Mumbles" Simmons

Thank you for taking a moment to read about my amazing father, Kenneth "Mumbles" Simmons.

Born and raised in North Beach, Maryland, Kenny has always been hell on wheels. From driving cars at 3 years old, to getting speeding tickets at 12, to racing my car in his electric wheelchair with my son at 55. The only thing greater than his sense of adventure was his heart; he would give you the shirt off his back and three different plans to fix whatever predicament you found yourself in.

A quadriplegic since 1998 and then an added amputee since 2005, he was still the most attentive and present father any daughter could ever ask for. And when he became a grandfather to my son? All of a sudden, Mumbles' earth had a new sun, and it called him "Papaw Mumbles."

The only thing as important to him as his wife Stacy, me his daughter Sierra, and his grandson Kirk, was his club. An Iron Horseman through and through, his blood ran black and orange. His brothers were his extended family, and even retired, he stayed as up to date as he could.

Every moment for the past 26 years has been the greatest blessing God could give this world, but He has called Mumbles back Home. I would like to ask, if possible, for those capable to help me and my mom give my dad his final 'ride'.

Thank you for just your time, and we definitely feel the prayers and positive thoughts everyone is sending our way.