"Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself" ~ Chief Seattle
|Remembering our Fallen ~ riding to Exeter, California|
Just last week, I was on an eight day bike trip out to the Badlands of New Mexico covering 2,673 miles. That trip is called Remembering 9/11.
This Sunday morning, my bike will travel 84.8 miles to honor fallen veterans. Yesterday, the headlines in our local newspaper read, "Memorial to honor veterans... Remembering Our Fallen is an exhibit to honor military members from the state of California who have lost their lives suffered in a war zone since September 11, 2001."
Maybe things just happen for a reason but I feel that I needed to be a part of this bike ride.
The Patriot Guard Riders will lead a procession of motorcycles with flags honoring the Fallen Heroes. We will ride from Highway 99, through Visalia, Farmersville, and then to the Exeter Veterans Memorial Building. I've have been on similar bike rides and it is always an honor to help.
You quickly meet other bikers and I'm listening to a guy who just returned from Sturgis. "How was the weather this year" I ask. "Hail, lots of hail, pretty intense shit" he says. I can see by the glare in his eyes that he has been there. He rides an Indian and I tell him that he has a cool looking bike. "Thanks, I like it." Then, bikes begin to fire up and our talk is over.
My flag is on the back of my bike and soon the roar of 100 or so bikes can be heard. We all ride in a safe, staggered formation through Visalia, Farmersville, and then to our final destination, Exeter.
I love to see the people lined up along the sides of the these country roads waving their flags. We ride in the fast lane and cars are pulling off the road, many are taking pictures, honking their horns, and waving American flags.
As we approach the smaller towns of Farmersville and Exeter, kids line the streets waving small American flags, and many old men stand stoically in salute as we pass by. These men know what freedom means. Even these old men are part of something bigger than the hundred bikers passing in front of them. Most of them stand quietly, they stand in salute, freedom etched in their faces, and to me, a powerful jester to the American flags waving behind our bikes. Freedom.
We seem to hit all the green lights and soon police are visible at intersections holding back traffic as we pass. We appreciate their support; I sense that they love the procession as well.
Inside of the Exeter Memorial Building, the exhibit are going up. There is one panel that catches my attention. It is a quote by Ronald Reagan:
"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it on to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children what it was once like in the United States when men were free."
It is exiting and powerful to be in this memorial procession, all 84.8 miles. Personally, this ride, is also is meant to honor my best friend John Lopez, a deceased Vietnam veteran. John was one of the original members of the infamous, "Yamaha Gang" in Barstow, California in 1967.
Fallen, yet, never forgotten.
|This is not my bike, but very proud to park next to it. This biker was one of the last to leave.|