Dennis Wayne Sober shuffled off this mortal coil and on to the next adventure on October 10, 2019. He is preceded in death by his father, Frank Sober. He is survived by his partner of twenty-nine years Mary Steckline and their terriers, Joe and Max, his mother, Bertie Sober, his siblings and their children, Jan Colson with Lisa Williams, Rachel Castor, and Laura Holt and Don Sober with Patrick Flaherty, and many great nieces and nephews whom he loved dearly. Dennis was born to Frank and Bertie Sober in Oklahoma City on November 5, 1955. Growing up, it quickly became clear he had a sense of adventure, climbing cupboards and drawers, turning everyday items and furniture into daredevil equipment, resulting in many stitches. When he brought his first motorcycle home, his father told him to “get it out of here,” but the demand was followed up by a week of the two of them covered in grease fixing it. This spawned a love of motorcycles in him that persisted throughout his life. After graduating John Marshall High School, he went to work for the House of Kawasaki. He worked there for forty-four years and became a master mechanic. If he had wheels and a motor, he could turn anything into a form of transportation, including bar stools.
Dennis was very much like his father. If someone needed anything, he was ready to help, whether it was tools, funds, food, or hard labor. Nearly everyone that knew him has a story of when they were in a pinch and Dennis showed up like a knight to save the day, usually on his trusty Ninja bike. He had a prolific green thumb and kept acres of garden every year. Most of it was occupied by peppers. He was a pepper connoisseur. Anytime he showed up with a new pepper, you knew to get the milk out because it was going to be a hot night. Dennis would stand there and belly laugh while he munched on the same pepper without a tear or drink. Over the last few years, his daredevil streak got stronger. He was training to get on the game show Survivor, he juggled axes, and he started BMX biking. Again, many a stitch resulted. No one is sure if Dennis had more bikes or broken bones in his lifetime. No matter what he did, he threw himself into it with everything he had. He was a blessing to everyone he met and will be greatly missed by everyone that knew him.
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