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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Happy Birthday Tim - Let's Ride

Just look at that grin... it never fails. The Ride pointing out of the drive puts that look on his face every time. Today we are riding in Texas so we are riding early and riding HOT! It's the annual birthday ride.

Life changes and sometimes tests our patience and our resolve but some things are a constant if we tend to the people and make time for the things that really matter in life...

Yep! We're still having fun and you're still the one.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

There's a reason they are called the greatest generation

February 19, 2015
Fort Collins, CO

Every year for many years my hometown of Wichita Falls, Texas has hosted a Iwo Jima Reunion for WWII Veterans. Every year my Folks, Family and Friends stand the flag line at the reenactment of the raising of the American flag on Mount Suribachi 23rd February 1945. The battle of Iwo Jima would wage from 19th of February until the 26th of March 1945. Every year there are a few less WWII Veterans to honor. This year -- 2015 -- marked the end of the Iwo Jima Reunion. It is the end of an era but we will never forget the reason they are called the greatest generation.

This will be the bloodiest fight in Marine Corps history. We'll catch seven kinds of hell on the beaches, and that will be just the beginning. The fighting will be fierce, and the casualties will be awful, but my Marines will take the damned island. -- Lieutenant General Holland M. "Howlin' Mad" Smith, USMC (Iwo Jima was the only Marine battle where the American casualties, 26,000, exceeded the Japanese -- most of the 22,000 defending the island.)

The raising of the American Flag
February 23, 1945 on Mount Suribachi Japan.

(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.

And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.

Source: I get this poem in my email periodically, often often not attributed to the actual author or attributed as unknown. But the poem was written in 1987 and appeared in the author's newspaper column at that time. Vaincourt now offers a selection of poetry in print - check it out. Common Soldier.com
Iwo Jima

Saturday, February 14, 2015

We go together like chrome and leather

Recycling an oldie... looks like Mother Nature might cooperate for a V-Day ride... woo-hoo! If not, there's a gun show in town and I guarantee I am not cooking today. So happy hug your sweetie day! Carry on! And if you get to ride - ride safe!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Chris Kyle Day in Texas

A nod of respect for a Texas hero and an American hero.

Savage, despicable evil. That’s what we were fighting in Iraq. That’s why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy “savages.” There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there. People ask me all the time, “How many people have you killed?” My standard response is, “Does the answer make me less, or more, of a man?” The number is not important to me. I only wish I had killed more. Not for bragging rights, but because I believe the world is a better place without savages out there taking American lives. Everyone I shot in Iraq was trying to harm Americans or Iraqis loyal to the new government.

― Chris Kyle, American Sniper

Rest in Peace Chris Kyle 1974-2013
Thank you for your service.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Dumb Broad Alert - Says Bikers are Losers

If I have to explain it - you wouldn't understand... fits this scenario perfectly.

Bikers are losers, says an NBC Today Show Host. Her name is Hoda or Hooey or something like that (see source link below). I'm sticking with Hooey (if you know southern lingo - you know hooey, figuratively speaking is something you basically scrape off the bottom of a boot aka BS).

Recalling an adventure with Kathie Lee Gifford back in 2013 Hooey had this to say about going to a restaurant called Alabama Jacks (I believe it is located in Florida). We dressed in leather, like a couple of losers really, like at the biker bar.

People like this saying things like that are the reason I do not watch much TV. In fact, I didn't see the episode first hand and would have remained happily oblivious to the comment had it not floated to the top of my news feed on social media because it was shared by my biker friends. At the risk of throwing a blanket statement out there as sort of a backatcha, this vapid excuse for a woman is representative of all lamestream media airheads sitting pretty in front of a camera reading somebody else's words, wearing a dress they don't own and jewels they don't own in far too much makeup using far too much hair product. In other words they are all posers and fakes and I heartily resent they are perceived as representative of my gender. Women like that are definitely the reason I don't watch entertainment news. I call it entertainment news because shows like this take what they think is news or create what they think is newsworthy and distort it and pervert it so that the dummied down viewers think it is the real thing. (Yes, this woman thinks bikers are losers and apparently they considered dining at this establishment - sort of a slumming adventure - it's not a stretch to believe she thinks viewers are dummies). What they offer on this type of show is sort of news - done up reality show style. I have said for many years that crap will rot your brain and now we have proof.

Bikers are losers.

It's a broad statement. The kind of dumb statement that should never come from a mouth with a camera trained on it. The kind of contentious statement that would get you fired due to ethic violations at any real job.

Hmmm... Bikers are losers. To my knowledge there are bikers from all walks of life. Men and women. Old and young. Doctors and nurses. Lawyers and bankers. Law Enforcement and Fire Fighters and Emergency Medical Teams. Countless celebrities and DJs. And Veterans both active duty and retired. Blue Collar and White Collar. Professionals and people who work in the trades. Think about the diversity. This is red, white and blue America we're talking about although the biker culture exists in every country on the planet. We are global much more so than most other special interest groups. Bikers know more about getting along and letting it be than any other group out there today -- all those cultures, mind-sets, genders, ethnicities and politics coming together in harmony, rallying for a cause and getting it done without name-calling and race-baiting.

If this comment were directed toward a gender or ethnic group or other special interest group - the protestors would be lining up in front of NBC studios as we speak of it. But that's not how bikers roll. Bikers keep calm and carry on.

About those leathers. A biker's leathers do not come from Fith Avenue. We do not put them on for fun. Wearing leathers is not a fashion statement. Bikers are not playing dressup when we put on leathers. Most of us grew out of that infantile dress up crap about the age of five. A biker's leathers have seen more miles than any hair brain like this broad can count. A biker's leathers have been on the roads of the real America. A biker's leathers have stood beside more graves of fallen heroes and veterans and law enforcement officers than this noodle-head ninny for sure. And bikers across the United States of America have given more dollars and sweat in support of the needy than this bubble head can fathom. I believe I just engaged in what some would call name calling. I see it as an exercise in creative speech.

There is a code among bikers. It's mostly unspoken. But it exists. It's the kind of code that writes itself when people of a like mind and a certain level of integrity come together. It doesn't give much credence to the opinion of others...

I guess the best thing about being a biker with a TV still in the house is this: Click! That's the sound of a biker tuning out the nonsense on NBC - (that's what the N stands for ya know - Nonsense). Rumble! That's the sound of a biker tuning in to the reality of fresh air and open roads. Go ahead - talk behind our backs - we don't mind because you don't matter. 'Nuff said.

Source: Read more at http://rare.us/story/heres-what-this-nbc-anchor-said-about-bikers-that-really-pissed-them-off/#CVh0KoTrZTZDUpUy.99

Monday, January 26, 2015

Riding to work in January!

Riding to work January 2015 in short shirt sleeves. The man says if this is global warming - it's working for him.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

It's riding weather in Texas

Ted and Crazy Mike

We were not the only ones riding today. In Texas Dad and friends were out and about escorting a young man who was off to join the Navy - his dream - to become a Seal. Well, with an escort of 25-30 bikes ridden by mostly veterans - he's off to a good start.

First Ride January 2015

Wow! We are riding in January! In Northern Colorado! It was only about two hours rolling 84 miles along rural roads. It doesn't sound like much until you consider it is mid-winter in our neck of the woods and the last time we had weather good enough to ride (while we were in town) was November of last year. We will take what we can get.

Tim - let's get out of the house

Vik - OK but you're cooking Serious Texas BBQ later

The Shadow Riders

Obligatory mountain shot

Yep! We might make it through the remainder of winter now.

And while we were out we were blessed with a rare flyover. Two bald eagles came in at about 2 o'clock and flew right over our heads. That's a happy and lucky coincidence. It made my day.

Begin mileage = 61350
End mileage = 61434

Friday, January 23, 2015

Never forget...

January 23, 2015
Colorado, USA

A moment of respect for our friends
"Nubbin" and Angela Johnston
and the family and friends of
Marine Sgt. Gary S. Johnston

Marine Sgt. Gary S. Johnston
May 24, 1985 (Windthorst, Texas)
January 23, 2007 (Anbar Province, Iraq)
3rd Reconnaissance Battalion
3rd Marine Division
III Marine Expeditionary Force

Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky gleaming bright,
From afar, drawing, near, falls the night.
-- from Taps --


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy New Year 2015!

Well... here we are again - grounded for now. Mother Nature will have her way with us for a few weeks or months and we are content to humor her for a while. There is snow on the ground and the temps have dipped low but the fire is blazing, good books and the Harley Road Atlas are within reach and it is a great time to enjoy the blessings of friends and family and each other.

We have no complaints about the year just past. As with all years - there were good times, tough times and weird times. We made some new friends and discovered a few people posing as friends so there is truth to the old saying that there is a reason why some people do not make it to your future. We are fine with that and say good riddance.

Yes, somehow we muddled through and we (the Folks and Ourselves) are all present and accounted for on Day 1 of 2015. So, we are off to a good start.

We rolled over 80,000 s'miles last year (all since 2008). We have tons of ride photos to edit and post. We have trips to plan for 2015. With any luck, come the first thaw... we will be rolling out of the drive in search of new horizons.

We wish you all Peace and Plenty today and always.

May you enjoy a Happy and Prosperpous New Year!