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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Dad and Buddies Make a Catfish Run

January 31, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

Wichita Falls, TX
Photos Courtesy of John Snapshot Bailey

Dad rode with a good many of his friends today on a Catfish run. Yep, we are jealous. The ride was approximately 250 miles (left early, got home after dark). The destination: McGeHee Catfish Restaurant in Marietta, Oklahoma. The place has its own airport so people can fly in to eat catfish. Oh yeah - gonna have to try some of dat.

According to Dad, the ride, the company and the fish were excellent. Below is a slide show of the Dad-pics I robbed from John who graciously helps me keep tabs on Dad when he's out and about on the bike. John writes a most excellent motorcycle blog. http://www.jjskewlstuffii.blogspot.com/

Thursday, January 22, 2009

'Nother Dam Ride

January 22, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

I know - when it comes to the Harley - we have absolutely NO discipline. So YES, we made one more trip up and over the dam and back today. Cold weather is moving in and we just had to get one more ride in before that happens. We've had a wonderful Spring-like reprieve from Winter for a few days and we've tried to make the most of it.

When we got to the road that should have brought us in I said Awwww... I'm not ready to go home, take the long way around. So Tim, being the easy-going guy that he is, turned the bike around and we rode back the way we came - works for me - grin!

The following is the typical slide show I post following a ride. What follows below that is a series of short video clips of the ride over the dam... made into about a 7 minute movie. I was testing how the hand held camera will take video from the back of the bike and how long a 1 GB card will last. Future video clips should be better. Considering it was just something fun to try, we are fairly pleased with the results...

'Nother Dam Ride!



Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Feels Like Spring

January 21, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

Oh yeah, we rode again today. Did you think we wouldn't? In fact, we could hardly wait to get out there. The weather was darn near perfect, considering it is January.

Today's ride took us east across I-25 where we roamed up and down flat land country roads. The interstate basically runs between the eastern plains and the front range the whole length of Colorado. The eastern plains are home to farms and ranches, feed lots and a few too many posh bedroom communities that have sprung up over the last ten years or so. Sprung is a literal term, meaning they build those many-mansions so fast that the walls are still quivering as the new owners move in.

We rode past frozen lakes covered with geese, sheep lots, and traveled roads that have very little to offer in winter except a stunning view of the Rocky Mountains covered in snow. The ride took us through a couple of tiny towns like Severance, Bruce's Saloon being its claim to fame serving up Rocky Mountain Oysters. Across the street from the saloon is a Town of Severance sign that says: Where the Geese Fly and the Bulls Cry. On the weekends, Bruce's is crowded with motorcycles. Bruce's was closed today but some day we'll stop there and I'll at least get a better shot of the murals.

Well, we maybe have one more day of nice weather before Ol' Man Winter visits again.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Domesticity be damned

January 20, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

We started off the day as usual, with a couple of cups of coffee, watching the birds and squirrels feed through the picture window. It is a fine day and we agree it's a great time to get a few things done around the house before cold weather sets in again. So, Tim moseyed out to work in the back yard while I went about cleaning the kitchen. Ho-Hum!

Before long, Tim comes in and disappears downstairs. I think nothing of it until I hear the sound of motorcycle boots on the stairs. I look up and see a grinning Tim saying suit up - let's ride. I am weak. I admit it. I held out for maybe two minutes, arguing I had too much to do. Ten minutes later, we were scooting out of the drive on The Ride.

As we rounded the corner of our block we spied LeAnn and her brood on the way to the neighborhood park. I counted nine little heads. She said she'd rather be with us. No kidding! We stopped and chatted and answered questions about the motorcycle from curious little minds. Then we got them all in a cluster and I snapped a pic. One little guy reminded me to put the visor down on my helmet and be safe.

We thought we'd ride north to Poudre Canyon but given the brisk feel to the day, decided that particular ride might be a bit chilly so we agreed to ride on to the tiny town of Livermore and have coffee. True to form we picked up wind just past Ted's Place at the road that leads into Poudre Canyon. The road through the canyon is mostly shade so we made the right call. With the wind, it would have been a cold ride. The Forks at Livermore was closed. Actually, the place is for sale - too bad, as it is the last bit of civilization before you get to the outskirts of Laramie, Wyoming. So, we rode back to Ted's Place for coffee. Ted's Place is a bustling business. It is a popular stop for people heading into and leaving the Poudre Canyon. It's also the first stop over the Colorado/Wyoming border where Wyoming people can get a lottery ticket. Just for the record, if The Forks is closed for good, Ted's Place is the last refreshment/bathroom stop in winter on the way to Laramie. There is a rest stop but it is closed in winter.

I remembered it was Inauguration Day as we rode back into town via the scenic route. Yep, you guessed it - over the dam at Horsetooth Reservoir. It was a stunning ride. A rare day. The waters were calm, like glass, a true painter's lake. We saw many riders out and about, enjoying the day, many of them playing hooky I bet - all of them greeting us with grins.

We reluctantly turned The Ride toward home... no playing hooky for Tim today. I finally got the darn kitchen clean and caught the highlights of Inauguration Day on the news. Lots of folk were glued to their TV today. It is a historic moment in the story of our nation. Years from now when someone asks what we were doing the day a young, energetic, black man became the President of the United States (not by any fault of ours) I know I\we will remember riding on a Harley in Colorado under blue skies without a care in the world - at least - not a care - for a couple of hours.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Dad rides in Texas

January 19, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

Wichita Falls, Texas - Dad rode yesterday with lots of other HOG members in a benefit ride for a small boy who doctors have given a year to live. In winter, it is good to ride whenever you can. Couple that in support of a worthy cause makes it all the more rewarding.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Windy Sunday Ride

January 18, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

Windy! Again, or rather still. No, it didn't keep us from getting out and about for a couple of hours on The Ride today. Lots of other riders braved the winds - no need to waste a warm day when the roads are clear... at least, that's our thinking.

Once again, we rode up to Horsetooth Reservoir, but as soon as we saw the white caps on the lake we made the decision to ride west instead of north. West across the south end of the reservoir is a scenic ride into the small crossroads community known as Masonville. Nostalgic West Leathers sits at the crossroads, but they were not open today.

We then rode south into Loveland down a country lane we had not been down before. At the end of the lane is Sandy's Conoco where the restrooms are clean and the coffee is good. Sandy's Conoco sits next door to one of our favorite junktique malls - Canyon Collectibles - but, we didn't stop in today. We'll save shopping for colder days. We rode on... up to see if Flat Iron Reservoir was froze over. It was. The winds in the upper canyon were howling so we rode the flat lands for a good while but soon headed back in the direction of Fort Collins. The road home took us by Loveland's frozen lake where the winds coming across were colder. We saw a bunch of idiots skating and fishing out on the lake. We say idiots because one has to think that with temps in the 60s and winds blowing, that some thawing is going on - right? Of course, what do we know -- I equivocate walking out on a frozen lake to jumping off a cliff attached to a giant rubber band. Nope. Not happening.

We called it a day earlier than we wanted to... but we finally got tired of the stinking wind. It is supposed to be warm for a few more days... when the opportunity presents itself -- we'll be right back out there.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Let's Get the Heck Out

January 17, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

The weather forecast said temps near 60 today. For winter in Colorado that's a proverbial heat wave. It is a sin to stay inside here on such a day...

We let the chill of the morning subside, then we suited up and headed out. One of our favorite rides is up and over the dam at Horsetooth Reservoir. Why take a boring ride in traffic if the twisting, scenic road over the dam will get you there? Exactly! The forecast said breezy conditions. That can mean just about anything in these parts. Breezy was nice going over the dam, but once across it we headed north down some country lanes where breezy was a damn nuisance. We're talking gusts of 30 to 50 mph out of the northwest. That's too much wind whistling in your ear, whipping the do-rag around or jerking your helmet sideways. We finally turned east. The crosswind was still rough as we finally rolled into a Shell Station in the small town of Wellington. It was good to get out of the wind and have a sip of coffee.

The back road into Fort Collins found us battling a few more gusts before we hit the city limits and the wind all but died. I say again, we ventured too close to the Wyoming border. How close is too close? Anything north of Fort Collins proper. We were not ready to call it a day, so we rode south to Thunder Mountain where Tim spent a gift card he received as a gift for Christmas. It was Customer Appreciation Day at TM but we arrived well after the beer and dogs were gone.

The day had cooled considerably by the time we rolled into our drive, but it was still a great day and we enjoyed the ride. Looks like we're on for tomorrow, too -- so stay tuned...

Monday, January 12, 2009

Under the leather and behind the shades

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker. We ride for the sense of freedom it gives us. The encouragement to take the road less traveled in the chance that we may encounter something new. We ride for the friendships we make along the way, as well as, the solitude of the open road. We don't really care what you ride, just that you do.

Under the leather and behind the shades is a beating heart. A heart filled with compassion that on any given day will be riding for those in need. Ask one of us for help, but don't be surprised when all of us show up.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a proud American. We are as diverse a group of people that you could possibly assemble. We are men, women, tradesmen, doctors, lawyers, retirees, military, civilian and on and on and on. We stand silently with reverence and one voice that, in the silence, can be overwhelming.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands an invited guest to the funeral of a soldier that we most likely have never met. We hold the flag of our nation as a tribute to the greatest sacrifice anyone can make. Out of respect for the fallen, we travel to stand firm for a family, a community and a nation to lean on.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker with sons, daughters, brothers and sisters of our own. Beneath the rough exterior we tremble and weep at your loss. You may not see that, for we are there to support you. That’s why we stand so silently under the leather and behind the shades.

by David Meyers II, Hog JR
Source: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=103098527 (dead link)

Monday, January 5, 2009

Fonda - Old News Still Rankles

January 5, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

Following at the end of this post is one of many variations of e-mails that circulate about Jane Fonda in reference to her nefarious activities during the Vietnam War. I received this one before the holidays and it was suggested I debunk it or at least confirm its authenticity. Actually, I didn't have to look far to find that some of the claims made in this email are false while others are all too true. I have included links to these sources.

In 1999, Jane Fonda was indeed profiled on ABC in A Celebration: 100 Years of Great Women hosted, I believe by Barbara Walters. The same program profiled Elizabeth Taylor, Gloria Steinem and Oprah Winfrey. (FYI: none of these women, including Walters would make my top 100 list). The fact that ten years later, the idea of Jane Fonda honored in such a manner still rankles speaks volumes.

In July 1972, Fonda visited Hanoi. She engaged in spreading anti-war propaganda, belittled the United States government, our president and blatantly accused our soldiers of being war mongers, killers and worse - liars. In North Vietnam, Fonda was photographed seated on an anti-aircraft battery. She also participated in several radio broadcasts on behalf of the Communist regime, asking US aircrews to consider the consequences of their actions. During this visit she also visited American prisoners of war (POWs). When cases of torture began to emerge among POWs returning to the United States, Fonda called the returning POWs "hypocrites and liars." She added, "These were not men who had been tortured. These were not men who had been starved. These were not men who had been brainwashed." On the subject of torture in general, Fonda told The New York Times in 1973, "I'm quite sure that there were incidents of torture... but the pilots who were saying it was the policy of the Vietnamese and that it was systematic, I believe that's a lie."

Is FREE Speech in regard to Fonda's misadventures during the Vietnam War in play here? Most certainly, it is. That argument has been made time and again. I might add, not very convincingly. What some fail to realize, apparently Fonda among them, is that when exercising that LIBERTY for which so many have fought and died -- one must also be prepared to LIVE with the repercussions of our words as well as our actions.

It should go without saying, sorry doesn't mean much to those who were betrayed. Just to be clear on what some say qualifies as an apology -- Fonda did not really apologize -- and says she will not ever apologize. What she was sorry about was the fact that she posed for photos which depict her as being undeniably the traitor she is. A picture is worth a thousand words... or a thousand apologies... I guess... or so say they say...

From a 1989 interview: “I did not, have not, and will not say that going to North Vietnam was a mistake…I have apologized only for some of the things that I did there, but I am proud that I went.”

No matter how long she lives or how much she accomplishes in her lifetime, she will always be Hanoi Jane to most, and thus, lower than pond scum to most. By most, I mean, those intelligent, articulate, informed individuals who can read between the lines and hear the insincerity in Fonda's claims of miscreant youth and maligned idealism. By most, I mean those of us who sat on the edge of the sofa during the Vietnam War hoping the little bomb and battle icons on the nightly news maps were far from where we believed our loved ones were stationed. Since communication was far from being the instant gratification it is these days, if those bomb icons were too close for comfort, we would worry for days and sometimes weeks before we learned that loved one was safe. In July of 1972, I was 16 years old, with the responsibility of my own family, including a husband in the USAF. Needless to say, I have a bit of trouble with Fonda's claims of irresponsible youth at age 34.

No matter how close Fonda was to the action, her status as Fortunate Daughter did not place her in harm's way -- nor did she have to worry for her loved ones during that time. Does that rankle? You bet it does.

Sadly, Fonda and those of her ilk still out there making noise that no one is really listening to can only survive on what she was -- once-upon-a-mostly-forgettable-time. Fonda's claim to fame doesn't amount to more than a flea stuck on Barbarella's butt. Why give her more credence than her due?

To the best of my knowledge, at least part of the e-mail I received can be attributed to the following letter:

Shame on Jane
By Michael Benge
To whom it may concern:

I was a civilian economic development advisor in Viet Nam, and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Viet Nam in 1968, and held for over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement, one year in a cage in Cambodia, and one year in a "black box" in Hanoi.

My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South Vietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border.

At one time, I was weighing approximately 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170 lbs.). We were Jane Fonda’s "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with Jane Fonda. I said yes, for I would like to tell her about the real treatment we POWs were receiving, which was far different from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by Jane Fonda, as "humane and lenient."

Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees with outstretched arms with a piece of steel rebar placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane every time my arms dipped. Jane Fonda had the audacity to say that the POWs were lying about our torture and treatment.

Now ABC is allowing Barbara Walters to honor Jane Fonda in her Feature "100 Years of Great Women." Shame, shame on Jane Fonda! Shame, shame on Barbara Walters! Shame, shame on 20-20. Shame, shame on ABC. And, shame, shame on the Disney Company.

I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda for a couple of hours after I was released [in 1973]. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She did not answer me, her husband, Tom Hayden, answered for her. She was mind controlled by her husband.

This does not exemplify someone who should be honored as "100 Years of Great Women." After I was released, I was asked what I thought of Jane Fonda and the antiwar movement. I said that I held Joan Baez’s husband in very high regard, for he thought the war was wrong, burned his draft card and went to prison in protest.

If the other antiwar protesters took this same route, it would have brought our judicial system to a halt and ended the war much earlier, and there wouldn’t be as many on that somber black granite wall called the Vietnam Memorial. This is democracy. This is the American way.

Jane Fonda, on the other hand, chose to be a traitor, and went to Hanoi, wore their uniform, propagandized for the communists, and urged American soldiers to desert. As we were being tortured, and some of the POWs murdered, she called us liars.

After her heroes—the North Vietnamese communists—took over South Vietnam, they systematically murdered 80,000 South Vietnamese political prisoners. May their souls rest on her head forever. Shame! Shame!

Respectfully,
Michael D. Benge

cc: Mr. Eisner, Walt Disney Co.

Mike Benge was a civilian POW from 28 Jan 68 - 5 Mar 73
http://www.1stcavmedic.com/shame_on_jane.htm

Snopes.com has a rather lengthy article which pretty much covers the claims made below and is worth the read. http://www.snopes.com/military/fonda.asp

She's Still Hanoi Jane by By Robert J. Caldwell, April 10, 2005 is another good article: http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20050410/news_mz1e10caldwl.html (dead link)

Jane Fonda's "Apology": New Whine in Old Bottles by Henry Mark Holzer, FrontPageMagazine.com, Thursday, April 07, 2005 lists, among other things Fonda's activities in VietNam. http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/Read.aspx?GUID=F509F51F-D635-4987-B3ED-2FBA348AF97B (dead link)



This is the email I received:

Just a reminder of who she really is!!!!!
SHE REALLY WAS A TRAITOR!!
In Memory of my brother -in- law
LT. C.Thomsen Wieland
who spent 100 days at the Hanoi Hilton

IF YOU NEVER FORWARDED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE
FORWARD THIS SO THAT EVERYONE WILL KNOW!!!!!!

She really is a traitor…

A TRAITOR IS ABOUT TO BE HONORED
KEEP THIS MOVING ACROSS AMERICA

This is for all the kids born in the 70's who do not remember, and didn't have to bear the burden that our fathers, mothers and older brothers and sisters had to bear.

Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the '100 Women of the Century.' BY BARBRA WALTERS.

Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam.

The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot.

The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison the 'Hanoi Hilton.' Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American 'Peace Activist' the 'lenient and humane treatment' he'd received.

He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the subsequent beating, he fell forward on to the camp Commandant's feet, which sent that officer berserk. In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision (which permanently ended his flying career) from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton.

From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the 'Hanoi Hilton', the first three of which his family only knew he was 'missing in action'. His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a peace delegation visit. They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: 'Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?' and 'Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?' Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat. At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper. Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day. I was a civilian economic development advisor in Vietnam , and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years...

I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a 'black box' in Hanoi. My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, South Vietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170 lbs...).

We were Jane Fonda's 'war criminals.'

When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi , I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would
be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POWs received... and how different it was from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as 'humane and lenient.' Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched with a large steel weights placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane. I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me.

These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of '100 Years of Great Women.' Lest we forget...' 100 Years of Great Women' should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots.

There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in
blatant treason, is one of them. Please take the time to forward to as many people as you possibly can. It will eventually end up on her computer and she needs to know that we will never forget.

RONALD D. SAMPSON, CMSgt, USAF

PLEASE HELP BY SENDING THIS TO EVERYONE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK. IF ENOUGH PEOPLE SEE THIS MAYBE HER STATUS WILL CHANGE

Saturday, January 3, 2009

First Ride for Dad 2009

January 3, 2009
Fort Collins, CO

From: Wichita Falls, TX
(Photo courtesy of John Bailey)

Dad rode over 300 miles with friends from Wichita Falls to Stephenville where they met up with an estimated 100 to 150 or so other bikers out enjoying a fine New Year ride in warm. sunny Texas. Their destination was Hard Eight BBQ. Yum!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Tim Gets New Year Ride 2009

January 1, 2009
Fort Collins, CO
Tim heads out on a chilly New Year ride. It is still too icy from the last snow to do more than cruise around town but he managed to log a few miles before he got a little too frosty.

We rode to Loveland, visited an antique shop and rode back on December 29th while we had sun and the temps were in the low fifties. The sun was warm on our faces as we rode south the 10 or so miles to Loveland. The return trip was a might chilly heading into the wind coming out of the north.

We'll take our rides as Ol' Man Winter allows for now... and count ourselves lucky.

This is Tim negotiating a slick spot in the neighborhood December 28, 2008.