Steven G. Nelson's Obituary
Steven Nelson, born June 8, 1959, in Renton, Washington, passed away on April 27, 2025, at the age of 65. A man of many roads—both literal and metaphorical—Steven lived a life defined by loyalty, grit, and a deep, often quietly expressed love for those around him.
The son of Robert and Rosemary Nelson (née Schiele), Steven spent his life across various towns in Washington and perhaps beyond, always chasing the horizon with a curious spirit and a biker’s heart. He wore many hats throughout his life, working tirelessly in a range of jobs—most notably as a dock worker—not for prestige, but to support those he cared for. To Steven, work was a means to an end: family, freedom, and the open road.
Steven was a proud and self-confident man, generous to a fault, and nurturing in a tough, no-nonsense way that left no doubt about how deeply he cared. He had a passion for exploring new places, especially on his motorcycle, and was always eager to try a new restaurant, as if determined to sample every menu in the state.
He was married twice—first to Robin Nelson (née Petersdorf), with whom he had one son. Though their relationship was marked by challenges, it was a chapter in a life lived fully. Years later, he married Bonita “Bonnie” Ashley. Though their marriage eventually ended, their bond endured. Bonnie remained by his side until the end, and she wishes it to be known that Steven was the true love of her life. Her children, Laura, Marcus, and Amy (Austin), and her grandchildren Keanu and Olivia, also loved Steven dearly and mourn his passing.
Steven was a lifelong motorcycle rider and a proud member of the biker community. From youthful rebellion to charitable rides, he embodied the full arc of the biker spirit—rough edges softened by time, but never dulled. He was especially close to his late friend Chuck, who preceded him in death. His parting message to his friends would have sounded something like: “I have followed Chuck up into that great road to heaven in the skies. See all of you old timers when your time comes. Until then, ride safe, and ride hard.”
Steven is survived by those who knew and loved him, including his son, Brock Petersdorf-Nelson, Bonnie and her family, and a wide circle of biker brothers and sisters who will carry his memory with them on every ride.
He leaves behind a legacy of strength, loyalty, and the kind of love that doesn’t always speak loudly—but is always felt.
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