Barry Todd Scarbrough

Born in Johnson City, Tennessee, on September 9, 1969, Barry began his lifelong journey of independence and service when he joined the U.S. Army at age 17. He trained at Fort Hood, Texas, and was stationed in Nuremberg, Germany. His time in the military marked the beginning of a life rich in travel, experience, and transformation.

Barry wore many hats throughout his life, living in various places and working in multiple vocations, always chasing purpose rather than routine. Eventually, he settled in High Point, North Carolina, where he raised his beloved family and built a close-knit community.

He was an active member—and later president—of the local chapter of the Redrum Motorcycle Club that became like family to him. Barry found freedom on the open road and brotherhood among fellow riders.

Barry lived life on his own terms—unconventional, free-spirited, and full throttle. Whether riding down back roads or carving his own path through life, he always made room in his heart for others. A fiercely loving father to his daughters, Free and Phoenix, Barry’s greatest pride was in the people he loved and looked after. Though his final ride came too soon, his legacy of bold love, loyalty, and living without apology will never fade.

He is survived by his wife, Anita; his daughters, Free and Phoenix; his mother, Mickie McBrayer; his brother, Michael Scarbrough; nephews; and countless friends who became family.

Barry’s life will be remembered not only for its wild beauty and fearless rhythm but also for the way he made others feel seen, loved, and protected. He rode hard, loved deep, and lived wide open.

"When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice." — Cherokee Proverb