06-10-2006 Run for the Wall

RUN FOR THE WALL XVIII

The purpose of this “journal” is to get my “thoughts & feelings” down in
writing as I prepare to ride my bike “Traveller” across this Country of
ours, twice. Aurora, CO to Ontario, CA – Ontario, CA to Washington DC –
Washington, DC to Aurora, CO.

I am not a “writer”, but want to put my thoughts in the “typed” word to have
a remembrance of this “mission” as it is called.

Read this as it is written! Not as you would have written it.

If some of my words or thoughts offend you...

If some of my words evoke tears...

If some of my words evoke ill feelings...

If some of my words evoke sadness...

...for this I am truly sorry. This was not my intention.

If some of my words evoke joy...

If some of my words evoke happiness...

If some of my words evoke Patriotism...

...for this I am GLAD, because this was my intention.

Just enjoy these words as much as I enjoyed my “mission” with the “Run For
The Wall”.

And always remember that I AM and ALWAYS will be:

AMERICAN BY BIRTH
BIKER BY CHOICE
PATRIOT FOREVER
RANDOM THOUGHTS.....


This ride has been in my mind and thoughts to do for about 4 years.

Darlene & I have gone down to Pike’s Peak Harley-Davidson in Colorado
Springs, CO and Limon, CO for 2 or 3 years and it is awe inspiring for me
each time we go. I can’t wait to be one of those riders coming in.

After my first “All The Way” ride, I plan on me and Darlene or at least just
me going down to NM and ride with the group into Colorado for a day or two
each year.

I also want to plan on someday doing the “Southern Route”, since I’ll be
doing the “Central Route” this first time.

Jake (my USAF Brother) and I started talking about the “Run For The Wall”
(RFTW) with each other on the “Breakfast Cruise” at the Honda Hoot in 2004.
He had never heard of it and I told him about it and how I wanted to go on
the ride.

I asked Jake by an E-Mail if he would be willing to accompany me on my first
visit to “The Wall”. He said he would be “honored to”, riding from
Massachusetts to DC. This made me feel very good.

Jake called one day (about a month later) to say he would be doing the RFTW all the way (LA to DC) with me. He talked to his boss and can get the time
off. Having Jake do this ride with me means more than words can describe. At
the time of this “mission”, we will have known each other for 25 years. We
have been through thick, thin, and a LOT of Jack Daniel’s with each other.
Separated by Continents, Oceans, and at times many States we were always
there for each other in spirit. This is GREAT!

This will be an emotional “mission” for me and I know I will shed tears.
When I shed these tears, and I know I will, I will not be ashamed. It will
not mean that I am “weak”, a “sissy”, a “pansy”, not a “Biker”, or “less of
a man”. It will mean that I am thankful for the sacrifice made for my
freedom by my fellow GIs that served our Country and “GAVE ALL”. I read in a
book about this situation and it said: “There is nothing wrong with emotions based in love and brotherhood.”

I don’t know anyone whose name is on “The Wall” and for this I am grateful. In my heart these are still my “Brothers” who served our Country and paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. For this reason, I located a name on the wall that means something to me.

His name is Thomas Eddy Birdsall (panel 12E, line 058). He attended the
cross town “rival” High School (Dondero) from where I attended (Kimball). He was a Marine (Enlisted) and died in 1966 (I was 8 years old, he was 21). I have sponsored his “Dog Tag” at the National Vietnam Veterans Art Museum’s “Above and Beyond Memorial” (www.nvvam.org) and will wear a copy of his Dog Tag on the ride. While on this ride, I will “lift a glass and toast” to Thomas on his date of birth (5-22-45). I’m sure that those who read this
that also attended Kimball will understand. If they don’t – TOO DAMN BAD!

I will also be wearing a “shell” from the 21 Gun Salute of a Marine who was
almost my stepfather. His name was Vince. He died when I was in SC visiting my (biological) Father one summer in the mid 1960’s. My Mother got the shell from his funeral and I have had it since that time.
All I remember about him was that he was very tall (to me anyway), wore a
“flat top”, worked at the Airport, and drove a big red convertible with
white interior. He might have served in Korea, but I’m not sure about Viet
Nam. If I remember right, Vince was “retired” from the USMC, but I am not 100% sure. I do know for certain that he served in the USMC.

I did not choose Thomas’ name because he was a Marine like Vince. I believe
what the “Beach Boys” sang and the title of Bob Green’s book – “BE TRUE TO
YOUR SCHOOL”. Thomas went to the “rival” High School (Dondero), but was the only enlisted person from the same city (Royal Oak) of the High School I attended (Kimball). For this reason, I chose his name. Deep down, I’m sure they would both be proud of my service in the USAF, to our Country and why I was doing this “mission”.

I have already started collecting “pins” and “patches” that I will put on and have sewn on my “Cut Off”. I would normally say to those that ask: “If I have to explain – You wouldn’t understand”, but to the few that need to know: The “Cut Off” (denim jacket with the sleeves cut off) is because it is more reminiscent of what would have been worn by Bikers during the Viet Nam
era.

The following is an excerpt from a letter that I read on the RFTW web site
that also explains about what this all means to me and also others: Vets in
their Levis, leathers and denim vests, called colors, something that to a
biker is almost sacred. The vests (colors) tell the story of what that
person is, that he belongs, that he matters, whether it is to a club or to a cause, but it is his way of saying look at me this is what I am.

My “Colors” will be those of RFTW, with patches and pins that have special
meaning to me. This is a “cause” that I strongly believe in. After visiting
“The Wall” for the first time wearing my RFTW “Colors”, I will truly feel
that I have been “Patched”. The “pins” and “patches” are for what I believe
in, where I’ve been and in this case a “TRIBUTE” to my fallen “Brothers and
Sisters”. I also have a pin from the unit that Thomas was assigned to.

Five of the pins will represent each branch of the Military. They will be
worn on my “Cut Off” in the order that these “FALLEN HEROS” died. Above
these pins will be a “Folded Flag” pin to represent their “Duty To Our
Country”. I have known or been related to (by blood) a member of each branch
of the Armed Services and honor them as follows:

USMC – Vince, Thomas Birdsall
USA – Willis Service (Grandfather), James Collins “POP” (my best friend’s
Father, who was like a Father to me)
USN – Bill Drummonds (my biological Father)
USAF – Michael Neff (Neffer) who was a “Mentor” and a “Friend” at my first
duty station
USCG – Francis “Pat” Shannon who is my cousin (I never met him, but he
served our Country - that’s all that matters)

This will be my way of honoring them and all others who “Gave All”! I
thought about “In Memory Of” patches, but that would only honor an
individual. The “pins” will honor certain individuals that are close to me,
but also all of those who served that branch of the Military.

As a “Two Striper” (A1C / E-3) in the USAF I was a member of the Base Honor
Guard. I was part of the “team” that carried the casket and folded the Flag.
During my year of duty, I attended about 5-6 funerals and while folding the flag, my thoughts (at that time) were always of Vince and my Grandfather.

I feel that all of the names on the “Wall” and those that served and never came home are my “BROTHERS” and “SISTERS”. NEVER forget there were brave Women who also served our Country and “Gave All”. One of the best books
about Viet Nam that I ever read was titled: “A Piece Of My Heart” which are
stories by women who served our Country.

Other items (that mean a lot to me) that I will have on my person:

- I will carry a pocket knife that I wanted and was given to me by my
Son/Friend/Bro in Tennessee as a “Father’s Day” gift. He gave me this during our first long (cross country) ride together, to the “Honda Hoot” in
Tennessee.

- The other is from a very dear friend that I love riding with. It is a
“Dodge Ram” bandana. He got it in Sturgis in 2000 and said he “thought of
me” (he knows that I like Chrysler/Dodge products) when it was given to him
by a “Young Lady” wearing one as a top. Too bad he couldn’t convince her to
give him the one she was wearing (I’m sure he tried his best). This friend
that gave it to me knows who he is and I carry this with me in my “Vest /
Cut Off” when ever I ride. I consider him a “BRO” and that’s all that
matters, and it will always be with me.

- A POW/MIA “Challenge Coin”. I’ll carry this in the left breast pocket of
my “Cut Off” (closest to my heart). I also have one that will be given to
Jake and one to Justin. This was a “tradition” started in WWI and carried on by GIs today. A brief history/explanation: “It became tradition to ensure that all members carried their coin at all times. This was accomplished through challenge in the following manner - a challenger would ask to see the coin. If the challenged could not produce a coin, they were required to buy a drink of choice for the member who challenged them. If the challenged member produced a coin, then the challenging member was required to pay for the drink. This tradition continued on throughout the war and for many years after the war. We proudly continue this tradition today with the challenge coin.”

A friend asked me recently if I was going to have my “buddy” with me. He was referring to my “Woody Woodpecker” stuffed animal that I tie on the front of my bike when I ride cross country. I like to take my long rides with a
“Woody” is what I tell people. I told him that on this ride, “Woody” would
not be with me. That it was not that kind of ride. He seemed to understand.

I read the following comments in an article written about the World War II
Memorial and I thought they applied to me, Jake, this “mission” and all
other Vets that have served our Country:
“Whether the days are spent on a base stateside or somewhere halfway around
the globe, whether it's active duty or the reserves, one tour or a career,
by draft or by choice, the uniform of one's country becomes an invisible
tattoo on the skin. Good or bad, it will forever mark you. It isn't the rank they achieved or the stories they once told that makes them remarkable. It is the simple fact that they served their Country.”

The following was found on a “Motorcycle Club” web site. It says what those
of us that have served and ride believe:

BROTHERHOOD

I don't believe that you can explain in words, what brotherhood means to the
veteran biker......If you feel it, you will know. It doesn't come when you
buy a motorcycle, it's not part of the warranty nor the leathers you wear.
It does not come when your break-in mileage comes around, or when you attend your first motorcycle function. It does come with Respect, Honor, and
Devotion to those who would stand by your side in good times & bad. It comes
when your brothers accept that you are deserving of respect, trust, and
faithful to those who have risked their life in defense of their country. If
it never comes, the Brotherhood is not for you..... If it does, be proud.

Jake and I already have this “respect, trust, and faith” in one another and
have been there for each other during the “good times and the bad”. I hope
that I can earn this “Brotherhood” on this “mission” from others on the
ride.

After watching a documentary (DVD) that I purchased that was made during the
2005 RFTW, comments were made that this “mission” will change you as a
person. From what I have read and seen on the DVD, I truly believe this. I
don’t think this will be a bad thing, but I’ll see after the “mission”.

One thing that I am sure of, and that is that it will bring Jake and I
closer together than we were before. We are closer than most “blood
brothers” are, but this will be an experience of a lifetime that we can
always share with one another.

*9 JUL 05 / 1015 hours

I feel that my “mission” started on this date/time. “The Vietnam Wall
Experience” was at a cemetery in Denver. There was no question in my mind
that I would visit the ¾ scale memorial. Of course I rode Traveller to visit
it. Darlene would not go and that’s ok.

After checking the information tent for the location of Thomas’ name, I
walked along the walkway in front of the memorial. It was very quiet (as I
expected) with individuals walking along the Wall and others standing in
front of it. As I made my way to the “East” side I noticed an elderly
gentleman wearing an “Air Force Vietnam Veteran” hat. I stopped, extended my
hand and as he shook it I said: “THANK-YOU FOR SERVING AND WELCOME HOME!” He
smiled and said “thank-you” very softly, but you could see the appreciation
in his eyes.

I found panel 12E and looked for Thomas’ name. Since I could not find it, I started counting down to line 58. There he was on the right side, the last name in this line. As I approached his name, I felt a calm come over me.
When I ran my fingers along his name I felt a chill. Then my eyes teared up.
No, I am not afraid to admit this.

I spoke softly, but felt I needed to tell Thomas of the relationship that we
now share. He was an “Oak” (Dondero) and I was a “Knight” (Kimball) - High
School rivals, but we are “Brothers” and I thanked him for “Serving Our
Country”. After pondering what this memorial means and making a “rubbing” of Thomas’ name, I headed back to Traveller to come home.

After approaching another Vet, I “Thanked him for Serving and Welcome Home.” He seemed to stand a little taller and said: “Thanks, Brother!” I don’t know if he was a “Biker” or knew I was, but I’m sure he knew I was a “Vet” because of the Flag on my camouflage hat that says “VET”.

While in Michigan in August 2005, I’m going to do something I haven’t done
since 1976. I’m going to visit Dondero High School (where Thomas graduated
from and the “rival” school from where I attended). In 1976, I was at
Dondero for the “game” (football) between Kimball and Dondero. I’ll be on
Traveller and will have on Thomas’ dog tag. This visit will be made to help
bring more meaning to me wearing this dog tag.

*5 AUG 05

While riding to Michigan on vacation, a side trip to Adair County, Iowa was
made. I wanted to visit the “Freedom Rock”, so I did. I also plan on
stopping on my way home from DC. To add a couple of miles (about 3) and a
few minutes to this long of a trip to visit the “Freedom Rock” – I can and
will do it.

This is not a well known memorial/monument, but it was nice to see it. There
are no signs to find it, so if you aren’t going there on purpose you’ll
never see it. It sits next to a small pond with the US and POW/MIA flags
flying on a country dirt road about a mile and a half off the Interstate. It
was really something to see and admire. I’m glad I added the extra miles to
my trip to see it.

The “Freedom Rock” can be viewed on line at:
http://www.ticz.com/homes/users/bob/On-A-Rock/On-A-Rock.htm

*11 AUG 05

I rode across the river from Detroit to Windsor Ontario, Canada to visit the
“Northern Wall”. After finally finding the park it was in, I walked a ways
to the memorial. There was a large Canadian and US Flag of flowers on the
hill side that were very impressive. After thanking these brave men for
serving MY Country (with a salute that would make my “TI” proud), I took
some photos and rode on.

While in Canada, I purchased a “Maple Leaf” pin. I will wear this on my “Cut
Off” in memory of the Canadians who gave all for our Country. It will also
be for the memory of visiting the “Northern Wall”.

As I stated earlier, I visited Dondero High School. It was a little odd to
do this, but I felt that I needed to.

While in front of the school, I took Thomas’ Dog Tag in my hand. I stated:
“You were an Oak! I was a Knight! But we are Brothers In Arms! Thank-You for
serving our Country!”

As a chill came over me, I felt a calmness that I think Thomas understands and appreciates that I am keeping his memory alive.

*13 AUG 05

Today, I rode to Mt Pleasant MI to visit the Michigan Vietnam Memorial.
While in Michigan for Darlene’s Mother’s family reunion, I made this ride. Since this was possibly my only chance to do this, I did.

While trying to find the memorial, I found another one honoring Korean War
Veterans. I also stopped here and paid my respects. My (biological) Father
and his brother served in the Navy during the Korean War.

After finding the memorial, I first found Thomas’ name and paid my respects
to him and the other names. There is a large statue of a GI holding another
GI in his arms. I sat on the bench across from it and reflected what that
would have been like to experience this scene for real.

Took some photos and continued my ride back to the reunion.

*15 AUG 05

After visiting the “Field Of Dreams” movie set in Dyersville, IA on my ride
from Michigan to Colorado I noticed some flags in a park. I saw the POW/MIA
flag and some type on memorial. I turned around, parked Traveller and
checked it out. It was a memorial erected by the American Legion of
Dyersville to all who have served our Country. It listed all 5 branches of
the Military and the Merchant Marines.

This was quite a nice memorial in a small farming town and I was very happy
to happen upon it.

*1 OCT 05 / 0945 hours

Mine and Jake’s journey on this “mission” (RFTW) began together on this date
and time. This is the date and time that we boarded the “ferry” to the USS
Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. As both of us are ex-GIs (retired
USAF), the meaning of this Memorial means a lot. Maybe more to Jake, as he
seems more interested in the history of WWII, where my interest is more in
the Viet Nam War. This is ok, as this “mission” will have its own meaning to
the each of us, but we will be sharing this experience with each other and
that is what really matters. We both purchased a “pin” after visiting the
memorial and we will both wear them on this “mission” together.

As I entered the Memorial, I removed my hat. It was a POW*MIA hat that Jake
gave me when we met up in Hawaii. Those that know me well, know that I enjoy
very much wearing hats. Some folks reading this have never seen me without
some type of “hat” or “Do Rag” on. I weaved through the crowd of people to
make my way to the marble wall listing the names of the Navy and Marine men
who lost their lives on the USS Arizona. I felt the need to “THANK” them for their sacrifice and wanted to do this with as few people around as possible. I then looked out on “Battleship Row” trying to imagine the calm prior to the mayhem on that Sunday morning, December 7, 1941.

On the “ferry” back, I asked Darlene if she “noticed what I did at the
memorial”. She said: “You mean that you took off your hat?” I said: “Yes.”
She replied: “I knew you would!”

I will do this at all of the memorials that we visit along the ride. I may
have “Hairdo By Helmet”, but I’ll do it. It will mean that I am thankful for
the sacrifice made for my freedom by my fellow GIs that served our Country.
In honor of their memory, I WILL remove my “hat” and/or “do rag” and also
THANK them!!!

*16 APR 06 / 1300 hours

Darlene just told me that she had finished sewing on my patches. Such a
GREAT & WONDERFUL wife I have to do this for me. Also, to give her blessings
for me to do this “mission” and use 3 weeks of vacation time. I am unsure
how to really “thank” her for her “sacrifice” in letting me accomplish this
“mission”.

I got out my pins and started trying to decide where I wanted them. Some I
already knew where I was going to put them, but others I had to think about.
After moving them around a bit, I got it the way I want it.

As I put on my “Cut Off” that first time, it felt GREAT! This means that
time is really getting close and I am getting more and more “GEEKED” every
day.

*5 MAY 06 / All Day

Today at work, it dawned on me that Jake and I are “single digit midgets” as
far as the RFTW “mission” is concerned. To those non “GIs” wondering what
this means – it means we are “9 days and a wake up” or less until we are
gone. While talking to a fellow co-worker today, who is prior Navy about
this ride and the “Kentucky memorial”, I teared up. I can imagine once again
how many tears that I will shed on this “mission”.

I also remember a comment that Darlene made about visiting “The Wall”. She
said she may visit it, if she can get “pumped up” enough to. We visited a
“scale model” in Fairbanks while stationed in Alaska. It happened to be on
“Father’s Day” and there were cards left there and it really shook her up,
even though she also knows no one’s name (personally) on the memorial. She
does not even like talking about the memorial or seeing photos of it and I
respect this.

She seems to understand my desire to do this “mission” with Jake and for
this I am grateful. She is also ok that me and Jake visit “The Wall”
together/alone that first time for each of us.

One thing that I have asked of Jake, is that the first time that we visit
“The Wall” is that we are together – just the two of us. He agreed that this
would be ok.

I am so “GEEKED” or “excited” about this “mission” (ride) that it is hard
not to think about it every spare minute that I have. It will be an
emotional experience that I will never forget.

Also, I am excited in anticipation of the faces of those seeing Justin ride
up with me and Jake at our planned “party” in Aurora.

*12 MAY 06 / 1330 hours

I put on my “Cut Off” for the beginning of my journey to the “mission” of
the RFTW. I left work early to meet Jake in Ogallala, NE. This was for us to have some time together, ride together, and start getting ready for what we were about to under take.

The ride was a long 4 hours (200 miles). I know it was due to the
anticipation of seeing Jake. I arranged for him to get a key if he got there
first. Rode by his bike in the parking lot and went to register.

When I entered the room, he was on the phone with his girlfriend (Michele).
He said: “HOLD ON!” and put the phone down to give me a hug. He finished his
call and we had a “toast” – IN SUPPORT OF THOSE WHO RIDE / IN MEMORY OF
THOSE WHO DIED”.

We went to eat and then started catching up with each other. We talked and
enjoyed a few “Jack & Pepsi’s” together.

We covered the bikes and hit the sack.

*13 MAY 06 / 0600 hours

Got up and had free donuts for breakfast. Uncovered and loaded up the bikes and headed towards Aurora. We decided to take the “scenic route” home thru Wyoming.

In Nebraska on an empty and flat stretch of road, Jake yelled: “I wonder if I can get it up to 100”, meaning his Gold Wing. I yelled: “You want to see
100!” I cranked it to the stop and was gone. I backed down at 121mph.
Traveller was as smooth as silk even at those speeds. After the “performance
test”, Jake caught up with an amazed look on his face and we had to stop for
fuel sooner than planned.

Got to the house and greeted Darlene. Unloaded the bikes. Jake washed his
and I checked E-Mails. We went out to eat and continue catching up.

We watched the “CC Riders” video and Jake enjoyed the scenery. He was
impressed with what he saw of the club and us riding together.

*14 MAY 06 / 0800 hours

Got up after a good sleep in my own bed. Darlene made us a big breakfast. We
went to the base to go to the Commissary and Class 6 store.

Got finished packing and loading Traveller. Stress level was high, as it
always is before I go on a long ride. It dawned on me that I forgot to pack
my shaving kit. Started getting ready emotionally for this “mission” as I
know it will be hard all the way around.

Tried a “Jim Beam & Pepsi” and it sucked. I’ll spend a little more and stick
with Jack Daniels. Finally got to bed later than I planned.

I told Darlene that the next night that Jake and I would finally “sleep
together” on mine & his 25th Anniversary – we are sharing a room while on
the “mission”. We met on 15 May 1981. Darlene rolled her eyes when I told
her that on our first night in California we would have a “threesome” since
Justin would be sharing our room. She then left the room mumbling something.

I did not sleep well, as I expected.

*15 MAY 06 / 0430 hours

The alarm went off way too early. Got up and got going at the planned time
(0500 hours). It was 40 degrees when we left. The chaps, jacket, gauntlet
gloves and baklava felt good.

Once we got on the Interstate, I let Jake take the lead. We weren’t sure how
his bike would do in the mountains since he has carburetors or how he would do since he has never ridden in the mountains. They both did very well.

The weather was dry, but COLD. The coldest was when we stopped in Vail, CO
for breakfast. It was 28 degrees. I asked for “Hot Chocolate” to be poured
into my hands to drink. Lingered at McDonalds to get warmed up before we
started again.

Jake wanted a photo of the mountains, so we stopped on Vail Pass. I took the
opportunity to give him a “Sex Stone”. I picked one up for myself and will
keep it in the pocket of my “Cut Off”.

We took a butt break / photo op in Glenwood Canyon. We also raised the river level a bit.

We stopped in Fruita, CO for gas and saw a sign for the “Western Slope Viet
Nam Memorial”. Of course we stopped to pay our respects and get some photos.

Stopped in Green River, UT for lunch. Jake had a cooler with him, so we had
baloney and cheese sandwiches (which I made the night before) at a picnic
area of an RV Park. Those sandwiches sure tasted good.

There were 2 “sprinkle showers” and 1 “medium hard” rain shower that lasted
about 3 miles. Neither was bad enough to put on rain gear.

We had some mis-communication about bike mileage and gas stops. Got it
worked out and rode on.

Utah is a very pretty state to ride through. Saw an unmarked Cop car with
someone pulled over. It was either a 2005 or 2006 Mustang.

Made it to Cedar City, UT for the night. Didn’t want to search out a place to eat, so we ordered Domino’s Pizza. While waiting on the Pizza and
cleaning the bikes windshields, the “Trucker” in the next room asked about our ride. We told him about it and he told us which truck stop at I-15 & I-10 had the “hookers” and which one didn’t.

Ate, drank, and made plans for visiting Las Vegas the next day.

604.9 miles

*16 MAY 06 / 0430 hours

Got up early again to make sure we had time to get to Las Vegas and spend an
hour or so there.

Stopped earlier than planned for breakfast because I was hungry. After
breakfast I almost got us on I-15 North instead of I-15 South. Good thing
Jake was paying attention and his horn works.

We made good time on the road, so we had time to stop in Las Vegas. Jake had
a $10 bill burning a hole in his pocket. I some how got us to the
Stratosphere without getting lost. Jake lost his money in about 15 minutes.
It was decided that we would ride down the “Strip” to take photos at the
“Welcome” sign. Others were doing the same thing and took photos of us
together in front of the sign. Got back on the road to Ontario, CA.

On I-15 South out of Las Vegas I noticed the signs for “TRUCK AND SLOW
VEHICLE LANE”. I didn’t think much of this until I saw a “2000 ELEVATION”
sign. There are 18 wheelers in this lane doing about 30 mph. What would they
have done on I-70 in Colorado?

We rode through the “Mojave Desert” and it got HOT (101 degrees). When the
sun went behind the clouds and it dropped to 98 degrees, it felt a lot
better.

We encountered some crazy drivers. Going well over the speed limit, weaving in & out of traffic, passing on the right in the slow lane. It was not safe even when we were doing 10 mph over the speed limit.

We finally found the “TA Truck Stop” and hoped to get registered. No one was
there except for 5 other bikes. We talked and found out that registration
was at the Hilton. One of them had a “GPS” and we asked if we could follow
them. We did.

Got ourselves registered. After the wristbands were put on and we were told
what to do with the “streamer” for free gas, we became “FNGs”. The ladies
that registered us, pinned the button on and gave us our “WELCOME HUG”. I
for one was proud to be an FNG!

Looking around the registration area, there was a table with books that were
being given away. One about “Nam Vets” and the other about “Gulf War Vets”.
The authors signed them for us and we moved on.

We went to the merchandise trailer and I got my “ALL THE WAY 2006” patch. I
pinned it on the inside of my Cut Off, since I didn’t feel I could properly
wear it yet. But, I wanted it with me on the entire ride.

Found the Hotel with no problems. One of the first things I noticed was a
“Jack In The Box” right next door. I knew where I was eating that night
whether Jake and Justin wanted to or not.

Got the bikes unloaded and my phone rings. It is Justin saying somebody is
sitting on my bike messing with it. Went down and got him and his stuff to
our room. We talked a bit and got settled in. I called Darlene to let her
know we all made it ok. Also had to call Moose to tell him where I was going to eat.

Justin and I went to “Jack In The Box” and ate. We all went and got gas.
Justin found out that his credit card had been “blocked” due to being out of
his “local purchase area”. While he got that straightened out, I got stuff
ready for the next day.

The “journey” to the “mission” has ended. Tomorrow the “mission” begins and
I am nervous and excited.

419.9 miles

*17 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

The “mission” begins. We got Justin registered and we are now all 3 “FNGs”!
We walked around the parking area to check things out such as the bikes,
people, and RFTW merchandise trailer. Other riders greeted us as if we all
belonged there and were part of this “family”.

There were tables full of food, so I had a Hot Dog for breakfast. CMA was
there with a table set up and got a “shop rag” from them. We were also given
a “Goody Bag” and told to take extra “goodies”. It had peanuts, hand wipes,
glasses wipes, slim jims, a carabineer key chain, tooth brush, chap stick.
There were also baskets of life savers, gum, etc to take. We did and the
folks at the table kept saying “take more”.

Prior to the opening ceremonies a guy was walking thru the crowd handing out
“The Wall Experience” bandanas. He handed me 2 and I offered one back. He
said keep it. I took this as a “sign” that I needed to give one to Dave
after the “mission”. I plan on carrying it to the “Wall” and back for him.

Opening ceremonies and speeches were long, but nice and also informative.
Finally got the bikes fired up to leave. The “Southern Route” left first.
When we left, I-15 & I-10 were stopped to allow us to get going and up to
speed.

It was slow going at first with lots of brake lights and the “rubber band”
effect. About 20 minutes into the ride, we are in the left lane of the
Interstate. We are riding side by side – not staggered. I’m on the left side
and we are doing about 60 mph. I see a car out of the corner of my eye come
within 6 inches of the saddle bag of the guy on the outside of the bikes in
front of me. My first thought was “OH SHIT!” and then I thought “I’m going
to the left and hope I don’t lock up my brakes.”

Who ever was driving realized they were coming into our lane and cut it hard
to the right. The car was swerving badly, cutting off cars in the other
lanes. I’m very surprised that the car wasn’t flipped.

I found the rider at the first gas stop and asked if he was ok or needed to
change his shorts. He said he was fine and thanked me for asking.

The first gas stop went pretty smoothly I thought. I decided to put my spare
key on my new key chain and leave it in my gas cap. This way I can get
through gas stops quicker.

It got real hot. My “Temp-O-Meter” showed 118 degrees. I got a little
“woozy” before our scheduled gas and lunch stop. We were served burgers and
Gator Aid for lunch. I had a lot of Gator Aid and it helped. After lunch, I
couldn’t find my bike. We were lined up on the street in 4 lines very close
together. I walked up and down the rows twice before I found it.

There were lots of rain clouds on the horizon. We got about 10 seconds of
sprinkles and it felt good.

We had to ride about 10 miles on a road with “fresh oil” that had just been
laid down. It was one lane and we were going about 30 mph. The dumb ass in
front of me hit a cone. I can still see it hanging in the air bent in half
at eye level at about the 11 o’clock position. I’m in the left side of the
lane with no where to go. It hung there for a second and then flew in the
opposite direction.

The bikes with “pipes” had a lot of trouble on any size of incline in the
road.

To see the people on overpasses holding flags, waving or saluting was very
moving. To know that they were there just to see us ride by was special.

We had a “parade” thru Williams, AZ which is where we stayed the first
night. People lining the streets waving, “Road Guards” and “Gas Pumpers”
blocking intersections with their bikes and “saluting” the riders as we went
by. This was very moving and I shed my first of many tears.

Had a good and free Supper. The local High School band played patriotic
songs for us. We each bought a t-shirt from a guy that was selling them from
his pick-up truck. We all like the design better than the official RFTW
design.

Found the hotel, got checked in and went to bed. A stressful first day
getting everything figured out and trying to control the excitement.

409.3 miles

*18 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

We went for the free breakfast provided for us. I tried the burrito, but it
had too many green peppers and onions for my tastes. So, I had a banana and
I have witnesses that I ate something healthy by choice.

At the first gas stop, Jake got us some water and an “Almond Snickers”. The
four bites of the Snickers were good – I think. One of the chase vehicles
had water, snacks, and fruit on it for us at every stop. We just took what
we wanted.

While going through Winslow, AZ I saw the “Wigwam Hotel” on Route 66. Just
wish I could have taken a photo of it.

Lunch was at the American Legion Post. It was Sloppy Joes, chips, deserts
and I think I saw salads there, but can’t be sure.

There was a lot of construction and slower speeds going into Gallup, NM. We
had a “parade” down Route 66 for about 12 miles. People (Native Americans
mostly) lined the streets, shoulder to shoulder in some places waving,
holding flags & signs of welcome. Some were saluting.

Saw one older gentleman with gray hair standing on a corner all by himself
in the hot sun with his hat over his heart. That was when the tears started.

We got to “Red Rock Park” for the welcoming ceremonies. I heard and enjoyed one of the best renditions of our National Anthem that I have ever heard. It was sung (except for a handful of words) in the Navajo native language.

It made me think – How can this nation of people (Navajo) show so much honor
and respect to the people (the white man) after what was done in the past to
the Native Americans by the white man. I was humbled by this welcoming.

During the ceremony it was explained that the Navajo Nation was honoring the
“Warriors”, which is what they consider all “Veterans” to be. I stood a
little taller and was prouder to be a “Veteran” after learning this.

While visiting the “Vendors” in DC I found a pin of a feather with the flag
painted on it. I now wear this on the left collar of my “Cut Off”. It is to
honor the Navajo Nation who has honored me as one of their “Warriors”. It is
next to the “Maple Leaf” that I wear to honor the Canadians and Australians
that served in the U.S. Military and gave their lives in Viet Nam.

We went to supper and had “Indian Tacos” which were pretty good. We were
served and taken care of by some very enthusiastic young Native American
ROTC members. Headed to the hotel.

232.5 miles

*19 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

Once again, we had breakfast provided for us. I had a stale bagel. We got
staged and started the day’s ride.

The State Police of New Mexico “loaned” the RFTW 4 motorcycle cops and their
bikes to escort us. All East bound lanes of the interstate from Pojoaque, NM
to Angel Fire, NM were closed except to the RFTW until we had gotten
through. We even had an Army Helicopter (a CH-56 I think) escort (flying
over us) after the stop in Grants, NM where a new POW/MIA monument was
dedicated. We were all given a patch to remember the ceremony. Once again
there were lots of folks lining the road to greet us.

A few tears were shed after seeing the man standing next to the back of a
van. The flag was hanging over the back of the van and the man stood ram rod
straight with a proud salute for us riders as we passed by.

My thoughts also were of a dear friend, Marvin Meitz. There was a Fire Truck
with the lights on and Firemen waving from the side of the road.

The Helicopter flew up and down the Interstate over us for a long time. We
rode by a Nation Guard Armory and the GIs were out in formation saluting us.
The Helicopter was hovering over the road near there also. I heard that some
riders weren’t ready for the “rotor wash” as we rode under it and almost
went down.

Lunch was “hoagies” provided by Santa Fe Harley Davidson. While at lunch,
Jake was talking to a lady sitting near us. This is not unusual, since we
all talked and got to know one another on this “mission”. When it was time
to get ready to leave, she introduced herself as the daughter of the
Central Route Co-Coordinator / Ride Leader. She noticed our “FNG” buttons
and gave us each a hug and wished us well.

The ride to Angel Fire was as beautiful as it had been described. We
wandered around a bit and took some photos. I found Jake in the visitor’s
center looking at a book about “Desert Shield / Desert Storm casualties”. He
said: “He’s not here!” “WHO?” I asked. “Major Weaver” he said. Jake
explained that he got to know him when he worked “Security” in Saudi Arabia.
Major Weaver was shot down while flying a C-130 Gunship and was not
recovered.

Jake got very emotional and I am glad I was there for him. We got lots of
understanding looks. Jake had to leave after this and I understood. I went
to find Justin so we could finish what we needed to do and ride to Raton, NM
for the night.

We left our “rocks” at the “RFTW Memorial” that was started a couple of
years ago under a tree. Justin took photos for us.

The 3 of us headed out. We rode thru “Philmont” which is a huge Boy Scout camp. So far, I have ridden with Jake and ridded with Justin on this
“mission”. But this was the first time that the 3 of us rode “together” and
it was GREAT!

One thing that I have noticed – It seems that my legs get shorter & the seat gets higher the later it gets in the day.

364.1 miles

*20 MAY 06 / 0700 hours

Got up and going for an early day. We stopped in Trinidad, CO to visit the
Colorado Viet Nam Memorial. The original plan was for a quick stop, pay our respects, take some photos and ride on.

It didn’t dawn on us, but this was “Armed Forces Day”. The “Welcome Center” wasn’t open yet, but we were welcomed with open arms. The folks at the
welcome center and some VFW members were raising the Flag for the day. Of
course they asked where we were riding to and from and wanted to talk. A
local reporter from the paper was there and took some photos. She got our
names & addresses and info on what we were doing. She said she would send
copies of the paper to us.

Went up to Pueblo to have breakfast and meet up with an old friend (Army
Dave) of Justin’s. Army Dave was riding to Aurora with us.

We took our photos and headed to Colorado Springs. Finally found Jake’s old house and took some pictures. We headed to the USAF Academy to find Major
Weaver’s “marker” in the cemetery.

Headed towards home for the “party” Darlene planned for us. More “teary”
eyes pulling in the driveway - there is Bob “standing tall and saluting”.
Gave Bob and Gary each a hug and a “Welcome Home, Brother!” greeting. Then I gave Darlene and everyone else a hug. As I told Darlene, I had “priorities”
on this day.

Introductions were made and we went into the house. Then the questions and
“war stories” started. Darlene got the food ready and we ate, drank, and had
a very good time. Others showed up and it all started over and over again.

Bob became emotional when the talk turned to Angel Fire and I can better
understand now why after visiting there. He said that he always wanted to
visit there. I told him that I would be “honored” to go with him any time he
wanted to go.

I have “volunteered” to lead a ride down to Angel Fire next year to meet up
with the RFTW. As an ex-GI, I am trained not to use the “V” word. In this case I have and that’s ok.

Not sure why, but Gary got a little emotional as he was leaving. I think it
might be due to the fact that he knows what this “mission” means to me and
he would have loved to have done it too.

After everyone left, Darlene cleaned up a little. She downloaded my photos
so I would have 2 empty disks for the camera. Got things from Traveller to
leave at home that wouldn’t be needed for the rest of the trip.

Nice to sleep in own bed, even though it was short.

251.8 miles

*21 MAY 06 / 0430 hours

Me and Jake rode from home to Limon, Co (85 miles) to re-join the RFTW. It
was cold, especially without chaps. We had a good breakfast (free) at the
KOA camp ground in Limon. Got Bob an Angel Fire “patch” that I had gotten
and he asked if I would get him one. Glad that I could do it for him.

I guess we missed the excitement on Saturday. We heard that a horse threw
its rider and the horse also fell. The horse then got up and was running
thru the parked bikes.

This morning we started saying the “Pledge of Allegiance” every morning at the meeting. I am PROUD to say the “under GOD” was included with no discussion. I haven’t said this “Pledge” since grade school and was a little nervous that I had forgotten the words. I hadn’t.

Had another parade, this time thru Oakley, KS. Had a good lunch in the
middle of another HOT day of riding.

Seems that Jake and I are stocking up on the Almond Snickers bars to put in
his cooler. Also, Gator Aid when it is available.

Had a GREAT welcome into the park in Salina, KS for Supper. There was B-B-Q
and also a band. As we went thru the “chow line” a young boy was handing out leather magnets and key chains. I took a magnet. When I went thru a second time for another Hot Dog, I got a key chain. A lady also gave us some “White and Black” beads with a “red heart” on each string (there are 2strings) to symbolize the POW/MIA “mission” we are on.

On the last part of today’s ride, Jake and I somehow got side by side. It
was great to finally ride this way with him on the “mission”.

While sitting in the park eating under a tree, Jake was worried about ants.
He told me a “war story” about his 400+ KIA day in Iraq. He said that they
collected ants and flies they killed during the day and counted them at
night. Guess there wasn’t much else to do.

Got to the hotel and I am surprised how quickly check-ins and check-outs
have gone. I was afraid that everyone staying at one place that it would
take a while. There are different places we all stay at and the hotels are ready for us. I guess after 17 years, they have it figured out. Here, there were 2 wooden pieces of plywood (about 4 inches x 4 inches) in each parking space. These were for our kickstands since the parking lot was asphalt. There was also a “bike wash” area with hose and rags.

Got settled in and started preparing myself for tomorrow which is Thomas’
birthday.

434.1 miles

*22 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

Today is Thomas’ Birthday!

I though of Thomas often today. It was cloudy and cool – it felt good. Bad
traffic in Kansas City, KS. It got better in Kansas City, MO since we had
police escorts.

For what ever reason, my allergies kicked in today and it really SUCKS!

We were treated to free gas and food all day today. We were given “Red,
White, and Blue” beads at lunch. I added them to the others on my “Cut Off”.

Once again it worked out on the last leg of today’s ride, Jake and I were
side by side. For what ever reason, the rider in front of me dropped back
and I slowed down. He drifted over and tried to ride into Jake. Jake blew
his horn and the guy was all over the road and got back to where he was
supposed to be.

Nothing else really happened today.

390.8 miles

*23 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

Had a good breakfast at the VFW. Parade thru town to participate in a wreath
laying ceremony.

The Wentzville, MO Viet Nam memorial is located next to Fire Station No. 1.
The USMC, Fire Department, and VFW took part in the ceremony. Very
impressive ceremony for a small town. I felt Marvin’s prescience at the
ceremony and with me all day while riding.

Rode to the Veteran’s Administration Medical Center in St Louis. I was
riding next to bikes with mufflers
and it was nice. I did not go into the hospital. Jake asked and was told we
would get our patch at the next morning’s meeting.

There was a lady handing out beads the color of the “Viet Nam Campaign
Ribbon.” Jake asked her if she had any for “Gulf War Vets” and she said she
did, but would have to go and get them. She found us and handed several sets
to him and asked him to hand them out. She handed me a set of Viet Nam
beads. Jake said that he wished he had asked for a set for his brother
(John). I told him that I would trade him for a set of Gulf War beads. We
traded.

I told Jake that since I wasn’t “over there” that I didn’t feel I could wear
them where they showed. I will wear them on the inside left (over my heart)
of my Cut Off in honor of Jake being there.

Due to where I had to park, and the order we left the parking lot, I got
stuck at the rear of the last platoon and it was not good. When I finally
made it thru the gas stop, everyone was already eating lunch. It was another
good lunch at a truck stop. I only had a hot dog and Gator Aid.

There were school age kids handing out bags at tables filled with “goodies”.
The tables were full of toiletries, band aids, candy, gum, cheese crackers,
slim jim’s, etc. It seemed to make them happy, the more we took. We also got
some extra Gator Aid for Jake’s cooler.

A “Trucker Musician” (Joey Holiday) was there performing. He was pretty
good. He performed a song he had written just for and about the RFTW. It is on his “Patriotic Songs” CD which I bought a copy of.

Leaving the parking lot, I got into Platoon 2. My allergies kicked up again. It seems that the afternoons seem to get harder and longer, at least for me. It’s tough at times to stay motivated. I just remember why I am on this
“mission” and that helps a lot.

We got to the fairgrounds for the presentations and supper. We weren’t very hungry, so we headed to the Hotel. The nicest one yet – the Hampton Inn.

303.1 miles

*24 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

Had Biscuits & Gravy for breakfast at the Hampton Inn. The “Morning Meeting”
was at a “White Castle” and we went in the wrong way. We got backed out and
into “formation” the correct way.

Rode next to a Honda 750 Shadow ACE that had to have had the “baffles”
removed. It was louder than any Harley with pipes on the ride. It would have
also been nice if he knew the meaning of “throttle control”. His constant
on/off the throttle was deafening. For what ever reason the Platoon had to
adjust and a bike with mufflers got next to me. THANK GOODNESS!

We stopped at another VA Medical Center. I didn’t go in this one either,
other than to use the “latrine”. They had some “snack goodies” for us. We
were also given a “USA” wrist band that I put thru the bottom button hole of
my Cut Off. Someone else gave me a “flag” bead wristband that I put in my pocket. I gave this to Darlene in DC.

It took about a half hour to go a mile and a half due to traffic. A few
Harley’s had to pull out due to overheating.

We got to the Kentucky Viet Nam Memorial and it is in a beautiful location. The memorial itself is VERY impressive. It was different than I had read about and also a lot bigger. I’d go back to this part of the country just to visit it again.

Lunch and Gas were on our own. We had lunch from the cooler.

It was a long ride to West (By God) Virginia. Rode into town to another nice “welcome”. There was a “POW/MIA Table Ceremony” that Jake had never seen or heard of. He was “blown away” by it as he phrased it. A ceremony that should be seen by everyone if they ever have the chance.

It was announced that those with RFTW Wristbands” would be fed first. This
was nice, since this was open to local folks too. There was a spaghetti
dinner with ice cream for desert. It was hot and life is short, so I had my
ice cream first.

We took some photos and made it to the room. My allergies still going nuts.
I think partly due to a lot of places we stop are grassy areas.

259.6 miles

*25 MAY 06 / 0810 hours

The room last night was bad. Unfortunately you never know what you’ll get by reserving thru the web site. It kept the rain off of us.

Got the bikes dried off and loaded. Backing Traveller out, my left foot
slipped on the asphalt and we went down. The “Battle Damage” assessment is:
Left front running light snapped off. Left turn signal bracket broken, but
turn signal still works. Broken sunglasses, scratches to helmet, dirtied my
jeans, and scrapped left knee. Had to cut running light wire and put it in
the saddle bag. Electrical tape used to secure turn signal. Hurt pride and
embarrassment were the major damages. The bike can and will be fixed. The
pride will heal in time also.

Went to the morning meeting with the hope of putting this behind me.

It was a short ride to Charleston, WV for a ceremony at the State Capitol.
Parked in front of the Capitol steps. We were given 4 different pins from
different veterans groups. More to add to the Cut Off.

A group photo was taken on the steps of the Capitol. Got ready to ride to
Rainelle for lunch and visiting the school.

The ride to Rainelle was thru the mountain twisties and would have been more enjoyable with fewer bikes. Lots of slowing down for curves and heavy
exhaust fumes due to slow riding. I had a bad headache from this and
dropping my bike.

The town was bigger than it was made out to be. The school is an older
school that needs the help. The RFTW raised $15,000 and had an anonymous
donation of $10,000, a total of $25,000 for the school. We ate lunch and
rode to Lewisburg, WV to our hotel. The closest town to Rainelle with rooms.
We had a nice ride back thru the mountains (about 30 miles) with just me and Jake. Got to look around and enjoy the scenery since there was no one else
to watch or worry about.

A short day and a nice hotel. Had to call Darlene from a pay phone since I
had no signal on my cell phone. Told her about Traveller and she understood.

Got the bikes unloaded and decided to put our new pins on our Cut Offs.
Wrote out my postcards to send from DC. Went to Hardee’s for Supper. Jake
wanted to go to Wal-Mart to get a post card and magnet.

Went back to the room and got ready emotionally for the “mission” to be
completed tomorrow. It will be nice to finally meet Michele (Jake’s
girlfriend) and to see Darlene.

131.1 miles

*26 MAY 06 / 0730 hours

Left on time due to lots of stuff on the schedule. Fairly easy day today. At
lunch stop, we ate off the bike again.

There was a mid-day meeting due to the Central and Southern Routes combining
into one for ride into DC. The ride was a mess. There were bad riders
(probably day riders), rain, slow riding, no escorts, cars cutting into
pack.

Due to “possible shooting” near the capitol, we rode straight to the
Headquarters Hotel. This means there was no group photo at the Lincoln
memorial or group ride to the “Wall”.

Jake and I walked to our hotel (about 2 blocks) to get checked in.

We went back to the HQ hotel to register for the ride to Arlington on
Saturday. Due to past problems, there will only be 250 bikes allowed to ride
into Arlington. FNGs have priority for this ride and this is GOOD. We were
numbers 92 and 93 to register.

Jake overheard that a “Road Guard” got a $750.00 ticket for
“Hazardous/Dangerous” driving. He was passing the pack on the right
shoulder.

Got the bikes out and rode to our hotel. Unloaded the bikes and just talked
while we waited for Michele and Darlene to arrive.

The ladies got in, introduced everyone, so we went to eat. There was a
“Ted’s Montana Grill” a few blocks from the hotel. We ate there and it was
FANTASTIC!!!

Made plans for our weekend in DC and went to bed.

192.7 miles

*27 MAY 06 / 0830 hours

Rode to the HQ hotel to get staged for the ride to Arlington. It was a
“Cluster Fuck” since no one was in charge. It got figured out. The
announcement of no one except “FNGs with buttons” would be allowed upset a
few folks. We were also told we would be “entering and leaving by a secret
location”.

We got to Arlington in time to see the “Changing of the Guard”. VERY
IMPRESSIVE!!!

There was time before leaving to wander a bit. I ended up in an area looking
up at the “Tomb of the Unknowns” and was talking to a guy (also an FNG) who
rode “all the way”. He said he felt a little “awkward” since he had never
served in “combat”. I told him he shouldn’t since there were others of us
(me) that hadn’t either. We were still “serving” and supporting those that were in “combat” and that was all that mattered. He understood and seemed to feel better.

A group photo was taken and I hope we can get a copy. Got the bikes going
for a ride that would end near the “Wall”. When leaving Arlington, there was an Air Force Honor Guard member standing by the road as we left. I pulled in the clutch so that I could “salute” him. He returned my “salute” and nodded. I felt very good in doing this.

We found a place to park near the “Wall” and approached from the rear, which was not planned. Darlene and Michele found a bench to sit and wait for us. Jake and I went to complete our “mission”.

I started to tear up as we approached. I took a deep breath, stood tall,
looked straight ahead and let the tears fall. NO, I am not ashamed to admit
this.

We stopped and asked a volunteer for paper to make a “rubbing”. He asked
that I return the graphite to him when we were done.

Found panel “12E – Line 58” and Thomas’ name. I really lost it and was glad
Jake was there with me and for me. Why this man’s name means so much to me,
especially since I never knew him is hard to explain. Just know that it
does.

I left the card/note that I had written and small folded flag. Silently I
thanked him for his “Service” and quoted my “feelings”. Made my rubbing and we moved on.

Jake found the name of the person whose bio he had carried with him from a
morning meeting. He left a pin & patch, the bio, and made a rubbing.

We were both crying and hugging each other knowing that our “mission” was
accomplished. I’m sure that people were staring at us, but we could have
cared less.

On our way back to get the ladies, we saw “Tanker” (the Central Route
Coordinator). I thanked him for leading us across the country. Jake told him
what he had left. Tanker seemed pleased with both comments.

I now feel that I have been “Patched” and am a full member of the RFTW
“family”.

We walked around and saw the Washington Monument / Reflecting Pool, Lincoln
memorial, WWII Memorial. Took photos at all. Visited the vendor area and
bought some pins and a patch.

We rode back to Arlington so that Jake could locate someone. We saw the
“Eternal Flame”. I left Darlene in the shade to rest and walked up to
“Arlington House”. It was closed for the day.

We rode back to the hotel to get ready for the “Steak Dinner” that Jake was
treating us to. After dinner, Jake’s “bill” was “paid in full”.

*28 MAY 06 / 0900 hours

We slept in since there were no planned rides. Had the continental breakfast
at the hotel.

We took the rental car to the Iwo Jima Memorial. I knew it was big, but to
see it in person, it is HUGE! It was nice to know the history of the men
that raised that flag. To know more about Ira Hayes other than the Johnny
Cash song was good. I never knew he was a real person until I read the book
“Flags of Our Fathers”.

Due to road closures for “Rolling Thunder” and construction, we decided to drive down to “Mount Vernon”. It was only about 15 miles and thought it
would be nice to see George Washington’s home. The wait to get in was one hour or more. We were all hot and a little tired, so we didn’t wait.

Drove back to DC and walked around a little. We walked and saw the “White
House”. It was nice to see it. Darlene tried to get us to the Thomas
Jefferson Memorial (which I wanted to see), but due to traffic and
construction, we couldn’t find it. Maybe on the next visit.

*29 MAY 06 / 0515 hours

Got going all by myself, no one else to ride with on the way home. I got
lost leaving the Balston/Arlington area just like I thought I might. Seems I
missed a turn off and had to back track.

Back on the road to where I need to be. I t was a hot, humid, but quiet
ride. There were four Harleys that passed me and I waved. The last one had acute blonde on the back. She must have seen my RFTW patch and knowing what
it meant, she “saluted” me and held the “salute”. I clicked on the cruise
control and returned her “salute”. She seemed very pleased and impressed by
this.

I took more butt breaks than planned or needed, but it’s just me so I did it.

Got lost again trying to locate the hotel due to my printing directions for
the wrong city. Seems I stopped about 14 miles sooner than I should have.
Found the hotel and had a great supper at a “Steak ‘N Shake”.

Got the bike unloaded and cleaned the windshield. Sure are a lot of bugs in
the Mid West. Covered the bike and hit the sack.



662.3 miles

*30 MAY 06 / 0500 hours

Glad to be leaving the Mid-West and the “thick air” behind. The humidity was
so heavy this morning it was like a fog. Missed most of morning rush hour
and this was good.

Drove thru Omaha, NE at rush hour with no problems. West bound traffic was
moving pretty good. Stopped at the truck stop restaurant that I’d been
looking forward to eating at. Had the grilled cheese that I like there a
lot.

Got checked in, cleaned the windshield, covered the bike and hit the sack.
Looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night.



690.1 miles

*31 MAY 06 / 0500 hours

The last leg of the ride to our home.

Had about 9/10 of a mile of hard rain. Got wet from my boots to my knees. So
close to home, there was no way I was stopping to put on rain gear. It dried
pretty fast in the wind.

Finally made it home. YEA!!!

Got a glass of tea. Called those that I needed to call. Unloaded the bike.
Took a shower. Started reading my E-Mails.

506.1 miles

TID-BITS & OBSERVATIONS.....

Rode thru 18 different states (19 including DC, some twice).

Rode thru 5 states I had never ridden in (6 including DC).

Rode 5,941 miles over 15 days of riding.
Best mileage (when checked) – 46.57 mpg
Worst mileage (when checked) – 31.42 mpg
Average mileage (when checked) – 39.66 mpg

Stopped at a “memorial” in 6 different states (7 including DC).

Crossed the Missouri, Mississippi, Ohio, and Illinois rivers (some twice).

Hot Mail – 389 / 41 spam
Hot Mail (Fast Eddie) – 1 / 0 spam
YAHOO – 12 / 4,751 spam

If someone were to ask me, I would highly recommend doing this “mission”
with someone you know and want to spend time with. It helped a lot to share
the experiences and emotions with Jake.

I would suggest if at all possible to stay in Hotels/Motels instead of
camping. These are stressful riding days and a bed and hot shower are nice.
There is also not the time and effort to set up and tear down a camp site.

Jake has a CB on his bike. When he would monitor channel 19, he said that
90% of the Truckers were supportive of the RFTW. The other 10% either didn’t
know about it and became supportive or didn’t care or were upset over us on
the road. He said that they were put in their place very quickly by other
truckers.

Take advantage of all of the “freebies” – that’s what they are there for.

Have a large enough budget so you can enjoy yourself without money worries.

If you can afford the time off and expense, go “ALL THE WAY”!

Riding the Rocky Mountain High for the Ex-GIs!
Kelly Drummonds

PS Pictures can be seen at:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kdrummonds/album?.dir=/9a95re2&.src=ph&.tok=ph7R5.EBdTHgtr7K

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