patriotism isn't cheap. It's about taking on a fair share of the burden of
keeping America going.” - Robert Reich
|Ride to the Flags.|
I’m a lone rider. Some have called me a “lone wolf,” an “iron
I travel America on my motorcycle. I’m not a
member of a motorcycle club so when I got an invitation from Jack Wise,
President of the LA Fire Hogs
to join their club on the “Ride to the Flags
,” I was honored. I knew nothing about the ride, but the name
told me that this was important and patriotic.
This ride is 28 miles along the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) from Point Mugu Naval Air Station to Pepperdine University in Malibu.
I had never been there before so going to a
new place has always agreed with me.
I was told that this was one of the biggest benefit motorcycle
rides with well over 1,000 motorcycles riding for a great cause.
In this case, it was a benefit ride organized
by the White Heart Foundation
money for a retired Navy sailor who was severely hurt when shot in the head by
a sniper in Afghanistan.
has been slow yet deliberate.
It is early in the morning in Thousand Oaks when I meet Rudy Santiago,
Sgt-at-Arms with the LA Fire Hogs M/C.
He welcomes me and the other riders.
He seems like a veteran rider and will be our leader to Point Mugu Naval
“Rudy, I plan to stop along
the route to take a picture of my motorcycle as I’m approaching a milestone,” I
“Oh, what’s the milestone?”
I say that “I currently have 149,982 miles on
my bike, and I want to get a picture at 150,000 miles on the odometer.”
He then hollers to the other riders, “When
Bob pulls over, we stop.
He is approaching
150,000 miles and wants a picture.”
that made me feel special.
I don’t know the roads we took,
but it was a scenic ride in the mountains. The air-cooled in the morning fog as
we approached the coast.
My odometer reads 149,999 miles as our group pulls up to the
military base. We are sectioned off in
groups of 100 motorcycles. We are ordered
to dismount while the Navy police and his K-9 dog walks by each motorcycle
searching for bombs and other illegal stuff.
We all passed with flying colors.
As I approach the Navy parade grounds, I look down at my odometer. It is at E X A C T L Y 150,000 miles! OK, I was meant to be here on this ride to
honor, support and help an injured sailor.
There were well over 1,000 motorcycles and I try to stay close to my
group, the LA Fire Hogs M/C.
|Such a Road Star ~ 150,000 miles. I bought it new in 2007.|
Ryan, with the White Heart Foundation, explains what this event is all about.
He told us that this
was the 11th
such ride, all those before had been so successful.
He introduced several injured soldiers who passionately
tell their story, their injuries, and their recovery.
Each thanks us for being here. They were
positive and inspirational. Each had been helped by the White Heart Foundation
and they were here to help her.
|The Key Note Speaker arrives in this 9/11 vehicle.|
Then a 9/11 vehicle enters the parade grounds.
The keynote speaker had arrived.
This motorcycle ride is for her.
It took her a long time to get out of the
It took even longer for her to
reach the podium.
Her young daughter
helped her up the stairs onto the stage.
She spoke softly yet with passion, "This is the first time I have been to this event.”
She told us her story in detail about her
tour in Afghanistan leading up to the day she was shot by a sniper.
She did not leave out details and took us directly to
that battle scene. The crowd was quiet.
She told us that she
suffered paralysis on her right side and that she was legally blind.
Her humor softens the blows.
She was why we were here.
There were thousands here listening to her
and so many badass bikers had tears in their eyes.
Yet, she ended her speech by thanking us for
being here to support her.
“No, we are
here to thank you for your service,” words I spoke to myself. The roaring applause confirmed that.
Here before us is a true American hero – USN HMC Holly
The motorcycle leader gave us a quick safety talk.
“We’ve never had an accident on the previous
10 rides and we want to keep it that way.”
He asked us to ride two abreast, about 40 miles an hour along the 28
miles on the Pacific Coast Highway to the “Flags” at Pepperdine University in Malibu.
I had never been here so I listened
“Ok, get on your bikes - let’s
shut down the Pacific Coast Highway!” The sound of bikes firing-up was intense.
The roar of over 1,000 motorcycles made the hair on the back of my head stand-up.
As we entered
Highway 1, emotional tears flowed from my eyes. There were rows of American flags
with young Boy Scouts saluting us.
|Thanks to the military police, sheriff, local police, and the CHP for the escort.|
At one point along the PCT, I could see a mile ahead of
There were motorcycles as far as the eye could see.
In my mirror, motorcycle
headlights lined the PCT for what seemed like forever.
The tourists along the beach enthusiastically
waved as we passed.
Little kids looked
Soon, American flags began
to wave as we approached Pepperdine University.
I loved it.
When we arrived at Pepperdine University, there were some 3,000
flags representing the victims who perished on September 11, 2001. The scene was humbling, something
that I did not expect.
As painful as it was that September day, our Nation is stronger.
This was the end of our ride to the flags.
I’m told that we raised over $52,000 today
Thank you Holly Katke for your service!