Stanley Joseph Lubbers

I first met Stan when I was a teenager. Now even though it’s been about 25 years ago at this point most people who met Stan for the first time also know that he makes such a big first impression on a person that they tend not to ever forget it. I remember following my brother Jeff over to Stans shop that they were working on a truck together on. Jeff and I go walking in the front door through the messy office area he elegantly had his organized chaos compiled of auto books and paint samples and a few racey posters a teenage boy is drawn to, but I had to walk by as if I didn’t notice. As we get into the shop area where the deafening air compressor noise was only out done by all the dust in the air from the endless hours of sanding Stan would spend on creating his perfect paint jobs, out comes walking in a giant man covered with so much dust it was as if the cloud he created from sanding just followed him wherever he walked. “What are you boys doing” he yells as he strolls over by me to sit in a chair “well aren’t you just cute” as I feel a sharp pinch on my rear end as if I was stung by a bee. “Well hey there big boy” Stan says as the biggest smile that only people who knew Stan can comprehend that just lit up a room as only he can do when his hilarious and often inappropriate jokes would land solely on the shoulders of anyone who was there to listen. Now that was a day that someone cannot forget and a memory that will forever be burned into my brain as only Stan could have hoped it would be. I have lots of memories like that of Stan from over the years and even more pinches on the butt, but none can beat the first one. Years later we shared a joy for riding Harley Davidsons and he was the person who helped out a young broke man get a dream paint job on a motorcycle that had taken me years to finally be able to afford. As I type this up and have tears coming to my face with a rush of emotions and memories long forgotten coming to resurface, that motorcycle has since moved on for someone else to enjoy, but that first memory and the memory of a fellow biker buddy I have will forever be remembered.

Our thoughts and Prayers are with Sue and the girls and family. There was no one Dee enjoyed working with more then Stan. Stan always made people laugh. Stan had a heart of gold!! Dee also said he enjoyed going to lunch with Stan when he had his body shop. Stan will be truly Missed!! RIP Stan Dee and Pauline Holton