It’s not over yet! After a full week home, the phone is ringing and the e-mails are coming in because it is still riding season and people are still talking about the Harley’s Heroes tribute bike and its journey. Last weekend, I was supposed to take the tribute bike over to Harley-Davidson of Washington but it was raining pretty heavy from the tropical storm. So I decided I would put it on the lift in my garage, go over it and detail it before taking it over on Sunday. I got ready to take it over on Sunday and went for a little ride. On the way, I stopped by the house of a good friend who is a Vietnam vet. Riding over I had to go over a couple speed bumps and on the last one before his house my kickstand ripped off. We could only laugh. After riding just over 4,000 miles cross country, I had an issue in my back yard. I threw a bungee cord on and headed to the dealership, where they were waiting on the bike.

They put the bike in an ideal location at the front of the store and between the side of their sale bikes. It was a nice day so I decided to ride my 1950 panhead chopper over for the festivities today. As I rode over, I thought to myself that there is no way I could have done the cross-country journey on this vintage bike. It’s amazing to think that many years ago, many riders did just that. When I arrived, the MSO was already filled with countless veterans who were there seeking assistance with their earned VA benefits. I was inside most of the day signing tribute cards. I met many folks stopping by to see the tribute bike. In fact, some had come during the week and saw it on display but came back with their cameras. One individual, Greg, had come from Walter Reed. He was there recovering from a battle injury after several tours in Iraq. He was touched by the bike and thanked me immensely. As a true warrior, he understood the price of freedom and knew first hand that freedom wasn’t free. He had done thirty-three inverted M-16 ceremonies to honor his fellow comrades who had paid the ultimate sacrifice. We talked at length and Greg really made my day. I knew this was what it was all about.

Harley-Davidson of Washington has done more Harley’s Hero events than any dealership and they were instrumental in bringing the tribute bike to life. As a result, I presented the Don, the store’s owner, Steve, the general manager, and Jenniifer, the service manager, with a special, framed certificate on behalf of the 1.2 million members of the DAV. It was just a small token of our thanks in recognition of their efforts. It was a pleasure and honor to recognize Harley-Davidson of Washington as they continue to do so much for the program. As we finished, I was asked to come inside to the tribute bike to get a picture with Brian Mitchell. Brian, is a former football player for the Washington Redskins who was there signing cards. We took a couple pictures and he asked for some of my cards and thanked me for what I was doing. I know several former Redskin players but had never had the privilege to meet Brian and found him to be a wonderful personable person who is still making a difference in the community. After spending the day and meeting countless folks, it was time to head home.

Harley-Davidson of Washington was my last scheduled stop, but I have been invited to some upcoming events. I have heard of a couple events in Virginian that have asked about the tribute bike making an appearance during their Harley’s Heroes day. But the one event that has asked me and the tribute bike to appear is a fundraiser the NYPD is doing for DAV. On September 28 , NYPD is doing a poker run and day of festivities and fun for the DAV. I will be there with the tribute bike.

Look at the flyer and if you can make it, please come out and see us. This journey has been an experience beyond belief and I feel honored that I had the privilege to do this for my fellow brothers and sisters who have given so much for the freedom we enjoy each and every day. I have been asked about possibly doing something next year. Maybe I will! For now, I would like to hear from the thousands of readers out there who have been participating and accompanying me on my journey through the blog. Thanks to you all for your support of DAV and the Harley’s Heroes program.

What a reception! I had a nice sleep in my own bed. Spent the morning unpacking and going through things since I had been gone almost a month. Soon it was time to go to the “Welcome Home” celebration at King Street Blues. I wanted to ensure the tribute bike looked good, so I cleaned it up and headed to KSB. I arrived in the parking lot and was met by a tremendous group of friends and family. After many handshakes, hugs, kisses, and thank yous, we took some photos and went inside for conversation, food, and beverages. I walked in and was surprised to see all the Harley’s Hero die cuts that had been sold hanging proudly throughout the restaurant. I would hear my friends talk about following me on the blog and how they had bought the die cuts for the DAV in appreciation to what I was doing and what the DAV does for our military men and women. I was signing tribute cards to everyone that wanted them and was pulled aside by the owners of KSB, Doug and Martin, to hear some wonderful news.

Doug and Martin have always been supportive of the DAV and our mission. In fact, the past two years we have held our DAV Midwinter Conference in Crystal City by the underground, where they also have another one of their KSB restaurants. During our visit and stay the past two years, they recognize each DAV member in attendance by providing a discount off their dinner bill as a thank you for their service. Tonight, Doug and Martin would tell me how the restaurant had done a strong campaign during my tribute ride which was evident by all the hanging die cuts. They said they were going to match all donations that had been received. You can’t imagine the overwhelming feeling I had at that point. It was good to be home with my friends and family and I could only think of all the wonderful people I have come across and the outpouring of support during this wonderful journey. To realize such a large campaign had been going on and that so many had been tracking me, left me speechless and is something I will never forget.

I should also mention that Stephen, one of DAV’s dedicated NSOs, was also there to greet me. Even though it was a holiday, he came in to offer claims assistance to any veteran at the event. Talk about dedication!

I continued to sign tribute cards and tell stories of my adventures. At one point I was pulled away to do an interview for a local paper but it wasn’t long before I was back with my family and friends. The evening flew by and everyone started to head out since tomorrow would be a work day and the first day back for schools in the area. As we said our goodbyes, I knew I would run into these friends and supporters soon. There will be a few days to get the tribute bike ready and then it’s on its way to Harley-Davidson of Washington, where it will be on display for the week leading up to the open house and Harley’s Heroes event. I have also been asked to participate in something special in a couple weeks ,which I will provide info on as I get the details. So please check back and remember freedom isn’t free. Your support is helping in our mission of building better lives for America’s disabled veterans and their families.

What a ride! I woke up pretty early, loaded the bike and headed out before sunrise. I was told if I could get through Chicago before 8 a.m., I should be fine. I made it through with no problems and kept motoring. I stopped several times for gas. I ran into the Washington D.C. police, who were transporting their bikes from the event. It was such a wonderful day for riding with hardly any traffic on the ride. I was blessed with absolute perfect weather. Before I knew it, I was just outside of Pittsburgh. I had been wanting to get home because I had been gone for a while now and tomorrow is my wife’s birthday. I called home and said where I was and that if conditions continued to be favorable I might be home tonight. They were surprised. I had stopped several times to take breaks and even to adjust my implant settings. I could tell I was getting close as just under two hours away from home, the traffic was starting to get heavy and the drivers more crazy. It was dark by this time but I kept on the throttle as I knew I would be home soon. I pulled down my street and saw the garage door opening—what a sight after riding just over 900 miles in 13 hours. As I called it a night, it would be one of the best sleeps in several weeks. I made it home early but still have the welcome home event at King Street Blues where I look forward to seeing all my friends.

What a parade and fun filled day! I had a great time despite the fact that I knew it was my last event before heading home. I woke up super early to meet the group that had arranged for me to lead the parade. Curtis and Mike are Harley-Davidson employees and Legion Riders for Post 400. I owe them my gratitude for this unique opportunity! We met at the IHOP close to Miller Park since that is where the staging would take place. I met a couple dozen riders and spouses during breakfast before we headed out. Once we finished breakfast we road in formation to Miller Park, where we got to ride in to our staging area. I learned we were the first group out—which they called the veterans group—almost as a forward observer, even in front of Wille G. and his VIP group. It was a great honor, as you can imagine.

While at the staging area, many folks came over to see the tribute bike and most of them were police officers who were staged next to us. I had seen representatives of my local force of Arlington and Fairfax, which I ride with occasionally, so we did a group shot and I tried to catch them in the parade. I had seen a police officer from France who was wearing his French Commando badge. Through a translator, I would find out he was there around the same time I had participated in training. Before saddling up, I saw Robert Patrick who has been in many films and done a lot for veterans. He is also the president of one of the Boozefighters chapters in which I have many friends. The Boozefighters have always been there for me if I have needed anything, so it was fitting to get a picture with Robert for this historic day.

We started the parade lead by two police bikes with lights and sirens going through the streets of Milwaukee. I had ridden in parades before, but what I noticed was that every single mile of this route would have people along both sides of every age and ethnicity, either waiving an American flag, clapping, or just saying thank you! The parade was a nice long route, and, at one point, we crossed under two hook and ladder fire engines that were extended across the rode with and American Flag and POW/MIA flag. What a tribute, especially for the journey I was just completing! All I could do was point up to the firefighters in the buckets and say thank you. We finished the parade and parked at the entrance to SummerFest, where some of today’s events were taking place. I took pictures of Willie G and his wife Nancy as they came in along with some of the Police bikes and a few of the HOG members from around the world.

I would go into SummerFest with Mark and his wife, Jennifer, who I had met at breakfast. Mark was a former Force Recon Marine and works for Harley, as does his wife. I had a wonderful day with those two and met some really nice folks. I sure hope my paths cross again with Mark and Jennifer as they were great to hang with. SummerFest was an amazing event with more things going on than you can take in. HOG had set up a special venue across the lagoon on the island called “HOG Island,” and if you were a member, you could relax and get some lunch or something to drink. Of course, for food, they had a hog rotating on the spit for fresh barbeque. After a fun filled day at SummerFest, Mark took me to meet his cousin, who had come up from Florida along some other Harley family. While there, I saw Jim Ziemer, the CEO of Harley-Davidson. I thanked him for a wonderful weekend and all the support with Harley’s Heroes and for difference it is making in helping our disabled veterans and their families. I told him how well the trip had been going and that Rick had done a piece on me honoring the tribute ride. Jim showed me how well his piece had turned out once he got it colored. We both mentioned how nice Rick and his family were and were glad he did our ink.

I wanted to go to Milwaukee Harley as they also had a lot of events going on, so Jon and I met up to head there. It was about 20 minutes out but we made it so I could get my souvenir shirt and see the vendors. We still had a couple hours before Bruce Springsteen would play, so I told Jon I would like to stop by and see Rick before they finished for the day. We made it just as they were heading out. It was nice to see them and just say thanks again. While there, we would met up with Dwight. He was heading back a day early because of Hurricane Gustav and he would be heading back to Iraq in four days. I would head back towards the hotel which was next to Veterans park and where Bruce Springsteen was playing. I was able to enjoy a little bit before needing to pack for my journey tomorrow.

What a beautiful day at Veterans Park! I rode over to stage the tribute bike where our MSO was set up at Veterans Park along with many other vendors. It was a sunny, warm day with a nice breeze coming off the lake. I spoke to countless folks who came by to see the tribute bike and our MSO. Everyone was appreciative of what we were doing and what the DAV does each and every day for our nation’s disabled veterans and their families. I signed the remainder of my tribute cards but had more on the way since they seemed to be an item everyone asked for. Before I knew it, the day had gone and I needed to get ready for my dinner with Rick and his family.

We had picked The Chophouse and the food was outstanding. Parking was difficult even with a motorcycle because the streets were lined with bikes. However, the valet saw the tribute bike and moved his stanchions so I could park in the front of the building. Rick and the family had pulled up and we went inside for our table. The manager remembered us from our last visit and they sat is in a back room to enjoy our dinner…maybe they remember how much fun and loud we were. It was a wonderful evening and dinner was outstanding, but, more importantly, I enjoyed the company and having dinner with Rick and his family. At this point, it was getting late and I had to lead the 105th parade the following day. We all said our goodbyes and called it a night!

Last night was the kick off of the 105th Anniversary celebration. What a day! Jon and I headed to Miller Park for the events. I see why they chose the park as the venue because of the thousands of riders coming to join in the celebration. We met with the MSO and the NSOs that would be working today. The entrance and traveling Harley Museum were close to our location, so we definitely saw the line grow and wrap around the parking lot. We had folks stop over to see the tribute bike and I signed several cards.

My time there was limited today because we had a special day planned. We want to recognize my successful and rewarding journey with the Harley’s Heroes Tribute bike and all the men and women I rode for! When I was here for the Museum dedication I had met Rick Harnowski and his wonderful family. Rick is the owner of Skin Illustrations and is the one who had given Willie G his tattoo. During the Museum dedication, he also gave Harley-Davidson CEO Jim Ziemer his first tattoo. Rick had agreed to help honor this ride forever.

Jon and I arrived to the Museum area where a group was waiting. We parked the tribute bike right on the corner and the crowd started to gather. Dwight, who had rode with us yesterday, ran into us after he had toured the museum and decided to hang around until the end. We went inside were we saw Josh, who is Rick’s son, working on the design. Before I knew it, they were ready for me. I had gotten a tattoo before but nothing prepared me for what I was about to experience. Rick is a true body art professional and I knew I was in good hands. They measured my arm and the stencil they were creating so that it would match exactly. Rick would take five attempts putting the stencil on before it met his approval. Lesser artists will just throw a stencil on you and start. However, we would spend a couple hours getting it right before even starting with the ink.

Rick started his work and I must say that he did a wonderful job honoring this trip. I can see why so many folks wait to get on his calendar. He had indicated that he was booked for the next three months. One thing definitely worth mentioning is how he honors and treats our military men and women and those who have served. You can imagine the traffic that comes into the hall to watch you get inked. One such person was a veteran and was looking for a piece. His sons typically work the questions from all those seeking information and then run it by Rick. Josh had shown the piece to Rick and provided a military discount for the gentleman. Rick asked Josh what the price was and Rick said to drop it even a little more. Rick went on to tell me that if service members come in that he will ensure they get what they want even though he is booked three month. He understands they will probably be deploying or moving on quickly. This causes him to work nearly seven days a week.

When he finished there were countless folks looking and taking pictures and I thought it would be nice to get a family shot by the tribute bike. I look forward to having dinner with them tomorrow evening. We said our goodbyes, and Dwight, Jon, and I headed back to Miller Park to rejoin the HOG events. After a couple hours, it was really getting packed because everyone was coming to see Kid Rock. We hung out for a while and decided to get some late night dinner before calling it the night. We headed to the Harley Restaurant, got a bite and joked about the day’s events. I don’t know if there are any surprises in store for tomorrow. I guess we will see.

We made it to the 105th and what a picture perfect day for riding! We loaded up this morning and Dwight was ready to join Jon and I on our last leg to Milwaukee. We had decided that we would only use the back roads because that is how we had completed the majority of the journey. In fact, today we were all excited because we had discussed taking the old historic route 66, which we did. We were even told about the route 66 museum in Pontiac, Ill, so we decided we would stop there as well. The museum was quite interesting and I even noticed some old DAV “Idento” tags on display. The ride was great and, the closer we got, the more bikes we would see. In fact, at one point, there had to be about 50 bikes riding with us down this two-lane road. As we got into Milwaukee I thought I would steer us to the museum because I remembered the Harley restaurant when I was there for the museum dedication and neither Jon nor Dwight had been there yet. Also, Dwight was staying in a different hotel and we were not sure if our paths would cross again. We went inside to toast our journey and laugh about the good times. As we were coming back out to our bikes, I noticed TV star Jesse James, so I chatted briefly with him and took a picture by the tribute bike which he liked. Jon and I headed to our hotel and Dwight to his. We checked in and I decided to have a quiet night and do my last bit of laundry to carry me through the next five days.

Another cool, jacket-wearing morning as I headed to our Harley’s Heroes stop in Bloomington, Ill. I headed out at first light and rode past more cornfields. But this time we came across something I had not seen—hundreds and hundreds of large windmills turning through the plains. What a memorizing sight. I arrived at the dealership and our NSOs already had everything set up. As soon as I pulled up, I got to meet the owner, Winnie, and found out the history of Chuck’s. They were all ready to detail the bike. While they were detailing the bike, I got to meet other employees of Chuck’s and they were all really nice folks. Winnie was so appreciative of what we were doing with Harley’s Heroes program and wanted to ensure we received a shirt from her dealership. I thanked her for scheduling a Harley’s Heroes tour at her dealership so we could provide the free service to the veterans seeking assistance with their benefits. Once they were done detailing the bike, Winnie provided some banners for us to park the bike in near the Harley’s Heroes tent. We had traffic all day as we watched the wave of bikers stopping by for some rest and refreshments before continuing their journey.

At one point, Winnie brought the Mayor by so we would have the opportunity to meet him and, of course, take some pictures with the Tribute bike. I even had a special surprise visitor today—current DAV National Commander Ray Dempsey and his wife, Pat. We got to spend some time chatting together and even took pictures. As the day was winding down, Jon and I decided we would head to the hotel so I could check in. Before departing, we said our goodbyes and thanks for a wonderful day. As we were saying our goodbyes, I ran into Benny Suggs, who oversees HOG and has been a great person to work with in our efforts with Harley’s Heroes. I was hoping I would have the chance to see him since I had missed him at the museum dedication. It was great to chat with Benny, who is a retired admiral and Naval aviator, and show him the bike, which he had heard of but not seen until now.

We also met a fellow biker, Dwight, who had come and sat with us earlier. We learned that Dwight was a contractor in Iraq and took vacation so he could ride to the 105th. Dwight had ridden from southern Alabama and was also staying at the same hotel, so we all decided to head there to check in and clean up. Jon, Dwight and I rode to a place Winnie had told us about called the Tree House. We met some local folks and started talking about the ride tomorrow. Dwight had asked if we minded if he rode with us tomorrow—which, of course, was no problem. We decided it was time to head back to the hotel but made one last stop by Chucks, since it was on the way back. At this point they were tearing everything down and we scooted on back to the hotel to get ready for what I’m sure will be an enjoyable ride!

There was a definite chill in the air this morning as Jon and I loaded our bikes. It almost felt like the beginning of fall and, as you riders know, that is some of the best time to be on a motorcycle! We headed north to my scheduled stop at the Danville VA Medical Center. Just as we arrived in Danville, we noticed a Harley dealer called Gutterridge, so we decided to stop. I’m sure glad we did. There were quite a few passersby headed to Milwaukee. I had the opportunity to meet the owner, Michael Gutteridge, his son, Roger, and Rogers’s wife, Linnette. They had just hosted a very successful Harley’s Heroes event about three weeks ago and I thought I would show them the tribute bike. They really liked the bike and Michael ensured it was sparkling before I left to take it to the patients at the VA medical center.

I had called Winnie, the owner of Chuck’s Harley-Davidson, where our scheduled Harley Heroes event was planned for tomorrow. She is expecting a very large crowd and wants us set up early tomorrow morning. Jon and I discussed the plan. I thought it might be best if he went as the forward observer to recon and make sure everything was set up. I figured that we could get a room while I spent the day at the VA medical center. Jon agreed. As Jon rode off, I thanked everyone at Gutterridge Harley. Linnette made sure I had her and Roger’s cell phone number in case we needed anything. She also said to give her a call when I finished at the VA and they might be able to meet to show me a place here called the Shovelhead Saloon.

While at Las Vegas Harley, I had met a gentleman coming through who lived in Danville named Kevin. He had stopped by when I was doing my first meet and greet before my journey would begin. At the time, I had told Kevin I would be coming through today so he said to give him a call when I arrived. Kevin was waiting to hear from me. He told me that his wrecking company would be picking up my room in Danville because they were so appreciative of what I was doing. I rode off to the hotel where I met Kevin again. We chatted for a while and I thanked him. I unloaded the bike and headed to the VA medical center. When I arrived they were all waiting for me, including the Department Adjutant. They had a room decorated with cake and coffee. After taking a few pictures and meeting some of the staff, it was off to the wards where I met with patients. It was a wonderful afternoon and I had the opportunity to meet some great staff and terrific patients.

As I was riding back I remembered Linnette telling me about this cool biker bar called Shovelhead Saloon. She had told me to give her and Roger a call, so I did. What is interesting about this place is it is an old, 1800s, three-level warehouse that has been converted to a true biker bar. You actually ride right in and up the ramp to the bar. When I pulled in some folks were playing pool and stopped to come look at the tribute bike. I went in and met some real nice folks, including the owner. Linnette and Roger soon joined me. Before too long, they had to leave and I thought I should do the same. I knew I had a long day ahead tomorrow. Jon and I had touched based and he had everything set. It turns out it was a good call to have him advance because rooms were getting scarce. Thankfully, he found one for us. It looks like I will be heading out at the crack of dawn. Until then, remember “Freedom isn’t free.”

After a great weekend at Black Diamond Harley, it was time to visit the Marion VA Medical Center before heading north. Jon and I had a leisurely morning. Jon even had time to do some laundry. We loaded up and headed to the Marion VA Medical Center, where the director was awaiting our arrival. We got a wonderful tour of the facility and, in fact, it was much larger than I expected. I had the opportunity to meet several patients who were so appreciative of us stopping by. I heard time and time again from the patients how good the service was and how they were being treated. As we finished our tour and headed back to the bikes, a couple nurses were looking at the Harley’s Heroes tribute bike. I would soon find out that one of them, Danielle, was also in the Air Force Reserve and had flown several medical flight missions from Landstuhl in support of our OEF/OIF men and women injured while serving. It was a pleasure to meet her and all the employees at Marion VA who are taking care of our veterans. After a couple pictures, Jon and I headed north and rode for a few hours. It was perfect riding conditions and temperatures. We stopped only a couple hours out from our scheduled Monday stop at the Danville VA Medical Center. We will head out in the morning for our final VA Medical Center stop on what has been a truly wonderful journey.

Where do I start? What a day! I walked over to Black Diamond Harley to get ready for our Harley Heroes event. There were already folks starting to set up and customers were making their way in. The MSO arrived and I met the NSOs who would be working today. It wasn’t long until I was informed I made the local paper from folks coming to see us at the event. I had presumed this was going to be a big event and it was. They were doing a blood drive with the Red Cross and there were booths set up by the Army, Navy, and Air Force. The local Patriot Guard was also set up outside. I met lots of folks and signed Harley Heroes Tribute cards while our NSOs were busy outside at the MSO assisting veterans. The band started and the people kept rolling in. It was an extremely warm day but very beautiful as well. Just before noon the stacks of pizzas started to roll in. I thought it was nice that they ordered pizzas for all the people attending the event, but I would soon find out that was only the beginning.

Countless folks came by to say thanks and get pictures and cards of the tribute bike. The band was scheduled to wrap up at 2 p.m. and I was honored to present some veterans with Harley’s Hero pins that the dealer had purchased and donated as part of their veteran appreciation pinning ceremony. We went on stage, where I presented a pin to a service member or veteran representing their respective service, along with a specific era. It was a nice, small ceremony and the crowd was very appreciative. As we finished, the second band was coming on to set up. Also, a local barbecue restaurant was coming to provide food for the late afternoon/evening as well. Yep, you got it—two food servings and two live bands in one event. I did not see anyone go hungry or get bored. As things winded down, I wanted to get a couple things from the dealership since they had been such great people.

Shad, one of the owners gave us one of his dealership shirts and was so thankful. They really wanted us to stay through the weekend as they were planning a large party on Monday for those riding through to Milwaukee. Based on today’s Harley’s Hero event, I am sure it will be big. They knew we had veterans to see tomorrow and on Monday at two VA Medical Centers. However, Shad and some of the others going to Milwaukee also know we are doing another Harley’s Hero event on Tuesday at Chuck’s Harley and they have indicated they will stop by to show their support. The folks here are truly wonderful and I think this really shows how they treat you as part of their family. As I said my goodbyes, it felt as if I knew the owners and employees of Black Diamond for years, even though it had only been about 26 hours. I truly hope our paths cross again and it sounds like they will on Tuesday. Jeremy, who helped organize today’s event, was already discussing next year and I can only imagine it will be bigger and better.

What a Harley Dealer! We got a late start because I had a live radio call-in scheduled this morning and wanted to do that before we started our ride. The call-in was with a radio station in Illinois in the listening area of Black Diamond Harley. Once I finished that, Jon and I loaded up for a wonderful ride along one of the Lewis and Clark expeditionary roads. We even passed Daniel Boone’s home. We made it to our surprise unscheduled stop to see Angela Mattox the snow cone lady. I had gotten word that Angela was a strong supporter and volunteer of DAV. She had evidently had a troubled life overseas, where she would eventually meet a serviceman, get married and come to the USA. Angela decided to write a book called “Secrets of the Sno Cone Lady: Angela’s Story,” and donated to the DAV all the proceeds from the book’s sale. I thought I needed to meet this lady even if it was an hour or so out of the way. Angela was truly shocked when we arrived. She recognized me from the DAV magazines. We chatted for a bit and she was gracious to all service members and the DAV. I bought a book from Angela before leaving and thanked her for her efforts.

Jon and I had a great ride today with more sun than clouds. When we got a couple blocks away from Black Diamond Harley, you could see they were starting to set up for the Harley’s Heroes event for tomorrow. I thought to myself they are really trying to do this right. We pulled in and immediately were treated like family. Soon I would find out that Black Diamond is truly family as most of the employees are related. Jeremy, who had coordinated the Harley’s Heroes stop, took me around to meet folks and show me the dealership. He had arranged a hotel room for us across the street and to have the bike detailed for tomorrow’s event. Jon and I rode over and checked in so we could unpack our bikes and get them back over for the detail work. Once I got back, Buster took the bike and started doing his magic. Buster is interesting and wonderful guy to chat with. He had spent over thirty years in the coal mines and now is working for his son, Shad, who is one of the owners. I also met Rodney, the other owner. These guys were terrific and so appreciative that we decided to stop at their dealership. You could tell they wanted to do more for DAV. Buster really enjoys what he is doing and took great pride in detailing the tribute bike. They were busy getting ready for tomorrow and erecting a large stage out front. It was amazing to see the customer base and I believe they had sold about six bikes during the few hours I was there.

Before I knew it, they were closing down—but were they really? They are so customer focused that they continued to assist folks well after their closing time. This was the first real lengthy down time I would have since my journey started and wanted to go over the bike really well. At this point, it was well after they had closed but the staff was busy restocking and setting shirts out for tomorrow. We pulled my bike in the front since they wanted it in the dealership for tomorrow. As I started taking the bags off and looking at the rear, Buster was right there to clean the remaining pieces. I made a few adjustments and noticed I lost a bolt off the exhaust. Buster said he will get the mechanic to take care of it tomorrow. They had ordered pizza for everyone and I must say it was a good pie. It wasn’t long before I realized that I had been there for the better part of seven hours. I said my goodbyes and walked across the street to call it a night. As I did, I thought this is the true Harley family and you could see it in their customer base.

Telegraph Road Sno-Cone lady tells her story in book, proceeds benefit veterans

What happened to the sun?!! We loaded up early and got a bite to eat while we waited for sunrise. It got light but there was definitely cloud cover in the air that we thought would burn off. About thirty minutes into the ride, we saw the sun trying to burn through during the morning sunrise so I snapped a quick picture. I guess it’s good that I did because that would be the end of seeing the sun for the day. In fact, we chased scattered rain clouds all day with damp pavement. We had to pull over at one point to put on our rain gear. It wasn’t long before we were out of the showers, but we just kept going because of the overcast skies and the certainty we’d run into more showers. We made it to our scheduled stop at the Kansas City VA Medical Center. Making it there was its own special part of the journey. We were close enough where we just started asking directions but nobody knew where it was. At one point, we were two blocks away and asked a lady at the local bus stop for directions and she had no idea. It is a large complex that sits on top of the hill, so I couldn’t understand how the locals didn’t know where the VA medical center was. Regardless, we did make it and received a little tour. I got to meet some great patients.

While at the VAMC, I received a call from a radio station in the town of a later stop. The Harley’s Heroes event is scheduled this weekend at Black Diamond Harley. The station asked if I could call in tomorrow morning for an interview, which I agreed and factored it in for my Friday schedule. I also met two fellow DAV members and avid Harley riders, so we spent some time talking about DAV and Harley. They actually watched over our bikes during my tour because we left our bikes in the front of the facility. Jon and I figured we had a couple more hours of riding time as we were trying to get closer to our next stop. So we said our goodbyes to our new friends and headed further into Missouri. Of course, we hit a little more scattered rain but it sure beat hitting snow and sleet. We made it far enough that we are just a couple hours out from St. Louis. I know we were supposed to be heading more south with our next Harley Heroes event this weekend in Marion, IL. However, I was notified of something in the St. Louis area and decided to make an unscheduled stop. We pushed it hard today so that we would have time to make this stop and then head straight south for our big event this weekend. Check back tomorrow for more on this unscheduled stop!

It seems to only get better! It had a nice leisurely morning as I sat in the lobby e-mailing while waiting for my laundry to finish. I was approached by another reporter. It seems as though the town has two papers and this one had also received a call from Cindy. The reporter interviewed me and took some photos. She asked what our plans were and I told her we were headed to Hayes Kansas for an event at Doerfler’s Harley-Davidson. I told her we would probably be heading out by 11 a.m. She indicated she would be watching for us. Jon and I loaded the bikes around eleven and decided to stop by the memorial one last time on our way out and pay our respect to the veterans of Harlan County. The reporter was there and took a couple photos and thanked us for what we were doing.

Jon and I headed off. It was a nice ride with rolling hills and beautiful country side. I had noticed that everyone would wave as I passed either in their vehicles or on the side of the road. And of course we would return the wave. You typically see this amongst fellow bikers but this was apparent with everyone here in the heartland. In fact, over the course of the ride, we saw three large locomotives going across the plains. They would blow their whistles and we would raise our hand in acknowledgement.

We arrived at Doerfler’s shortly after lunch and I checked in with Shannon, who had been coordinating my arrival and the event. I had the opportunity to meet Brian, the owner of the dealership, and thanked him for his support of the Harley’s Heroes program for the past two years. We decided to get a room close by since it was going to be a late evening. When we returned, they took our bikes so they could look them over and detail them. They recommended a Mexican restaurant down the block that was some of the best I had ever had. When we got back, Shannon was arranging things in the dealership so I could sit down to talk with folks.

I noticed the bikes and flags rolling in and I starting to meet a lot of really genuine nice people. The Department of Kansas’s Second Jr. Vice and members of the local DAV chapter arrived along with many members of the local Legion Riders from American Legion post 173. They were arranging a ride through town followed by a meet and greet over dinner at their local American Legion Post. They lined the bikes up and left a space for mine to go right behind the two lead bikes. As I wrapped up with Doerfler’s, they took my bike out and I said my farewells to Brian and Shannon and thanked them for their support. We started the ride through town and it felt great seeing the large American flags and service flags on the bikes. It was hard to believe this was a Wednesday evening. I noticed as we rode people would honk, wave, or even pull over out of respect. However, the one thing I will never forget is when we passed by a local high school there were kids practicing soccer. They all stopped along with their coach and got in a line and started clapping. That is the true spirit of America being instilled in our youth.

As we pulled into the American Legion post, there were several people standing outside waiting on our arrival. They had taped off an area for our bikes to park. I had earlier met Master Sergeant Ray Palmer who was getting ready to deploy to Iraq in three days. I knew the ride was for me tonight and I was appreciative, but I told them tonight’s ride was for Ray and for his safe return. We went inside where we enjoyed good conversation and friendship. During the evening I was surprised with a $250 donation from the Legion Riders 173 for the DAV and Harley’s Heroes program. What a great bunch of true Americans and friends. The night was truly enjoyable but Jon and I needed to head back to the hotel because we were going to top off with fuel so we could leave at sunrise. In the morning, we take off early in order to get to the Kansas City VA Medical Center where we plan to visit with patients.

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America sure is beautiful! I headed to High Country Harley this morning to meet the owners, Scott and Rachel, and off in the distance I could see the snow-capped mountain range. At High Country, I saw Dave and some of the others I met yesterday. Dave introduced me to Scott and Rachel—wonderful people who are so supportive of the DAV. Scott and I were going over the bike and he asked how things were going. I told him things were great except the bike started spitting some coming over the pass from Winter Park. I knew some bikes had problems with the altitude but I doubt that is the problem. Regardless, Scott had one of his guys look at it before I headed off. Max, one of his mechanics, put it on the Dyno machine and remapped some of the settings because it was running too rich. During that time, Dave, Rachel and I talked about future plans. Rachel had some great ideas and I could really see High Country was dedicated to the DAV and our mission of building better lives for America’s disabled veterans and their families. After a couple hours, it was time to say our goodbyes and head towards the Midwest. As Dave led us out, I could see the snow covered mountain range in my mirror and the rolling flat lands in front. Dave took some pictures as Jon and I headed out.

The ride was absolutely wonderful. It was a picture-perfect day and you could see for miles as we entered Nebraska and the mountain ranges gave way to cattle farms and corn fields. Before Jon and I knew it, we were pretty close to Kansas, the home of our next scheduled event. We decided we would stay in Alma, which one of the guys at High Country Harley had suggested. We checked into the hotel, where we met Cindy, who was working the desk. She saw us ride up and noticed the Harley Hero Tribute Bike and we explained what we were doing. She told us about Gary Wheeler, who worked to have a veteran tribute wall erected in a local park. We asked her about the little grill/bar we saw across the street as we turned into the hotel. Cindy said that it was called The Station and recommended it for dinner if we were looking for a place to eat. I found out that Cindy was a bluegrass recording artist, and she actually signed a couple of her CDs for me.

Jon and I rode over to the veteran tribute wall, which was a beautiful testament to the sacrifices of the men and women who had served here in Harlan County. I thought it would be a beautiful place for a picture with the tribute bike! We headed to The Station for some dinner. The town is small—maybe a couple football fields long with no stop lights and a population of about 1,200. The Station is definitely the place the locals go and I can see why. The food was good and very reasonably priced and the people were all gracious and friendly—true proud Americans. During dinner I was approached by a reporter who Cindy had called and suggested they should do a story on us. I gladly did the interview and finished dinner as the reporter left. A little while later, the reporter came in with Gary. I had the privilege to meet this Vietnam veteran responsible for having a monument erected to recognize and remember the veterans from Harlan County. The reporter asked if we would go to the monument where she could get some pictures of Gary and I. We headed down the street and then came back for more conversation. It was a privilege to meet Gary and I enjoyed our conversation. But I was getting tired so Jon and I headed back to the hotel. Because we were less than two hours from our next event in Hayes, Kansas, I told Jon we would leave out later so I could get some laundry done in the morning and take a leisurely day.

Well, another morning waking up in Winter Park. Dave had to run to go sell motorcycles at High Country Harley and I got things together for the ride into Denver. I left out and noticed how beautiful the ride was. I even stopped along the way to take pictures of the snow-covered mountains Since it dark and foggy when I came in, I couldn’t tell how truly beautiful the ride was. Now that I could see, I could also tell that it was one heck of a road I made it in on given the weather conditions. I rode directly to High Country Harley since Dave had told me that he and a few others wanted to accompany me on my tour of the Denver VAMC. I arrived with about thirty minutes to spare so I had the opportunity to meet some of the other staff who were truly wonderful folks. When we got to the VAMC, the staff was waiting our arrival. I met the Director and then got a wonderful tour of the facility. Shortly into our tour we were joined by the DAV Department of Colorado Commander Jim Moore. During my tour I got to meet many patients and I left them Harley Hero Tribute cards. I really enjoyed talking to the patients and heard time and time again how great their care was, which is a tribute to our VA hospitals.

After a couple hours, it was time to head back to High Country Harley , which was hosting an event recognizing DAV and the Harley’s Heroes program. Our arrival was right on time, and several local chapter DAV members were waiting for us. As soon as we arrived, Dave opened the doors and moved some bikes around on the show room and brought the Tribute Bike in for all to see. It was an enjoyable time talking to the DAV members and customers. In fact, one gentleman I had met during the Grand Junction Harley Heroes event two days prior stopped by just to say hi and thanks again for what we were doing. One thing I have noticed so far in this trip is people are really becoming aware and very appreciative of what the DAV does each and every day and the fact how the Harley’s Heroes program is helping in the service we provide through our MSO fleet.

I had the honor to present the first Harley’s Heroes appreciation plaque to High Country Harley for all they have done in support of the DAV. I presented it to Dave and Bones, who is the General Manger, since the owners were away on travel. However, they indicated the owners Scott and Rachel were on their way back and would come in first thing in the morning to meet me if my plans allowed. Knowing how much High Country has done for the DAV, specifically with a DAV ride they have hosted the past twenty years, of course I wanted stay to meet them the next morning. I discussed the plans with John Price one of our NSOs who would be joining me the rest of the way on my journey to Milwaukee. We mapped our route for the next day and after everyone had their fill of the chips, cookies, and drinks.

Dave and the DAV Department of Colorado Commander had asked to take me to dinner, which sounded like a great idea. Dave gave me the info for a few hotels where I could get a room at for the night. I loaded up and headed to get a room and that’s when the fun started. After trying five different hotels, who all indicated they were sold out because of Colorado University Freshmen orientation, I decide to call Dave. Dave said to hold tight and he would look a little further north. In the meantime, I met another fellow biker who was also from Virginia and riding a Harley 105th Anniversary Ultra. He was getting his bike ready for his trip back home tomorrow. He had been there on business for the past three weeks and even found time last weekend to ride up to Sturgis. He was headed back home to pick his wife up so they could ride back up to the 105th Anniversary, which is where I am headed as well. Like any fellow biker looking out for one another, he said if I had no luck in finding a room I could crash on his sleep sofa since he had a suite. But Dave called and said he had a room being held for me and that he would swing by so I could follow to find it.

After checking in, we road to the restaurant he had recommended. It was a great Italian place called Tony Rigatoni’s and we sat on the back patio. I had the opportunity to meet Dave’s wife, Diane, who joined us for dinner along with Commander Moore and his wife, Marianna. We had great conversation and food and during the evening the owner, Ellen Leonard, came out to talk with us because our waitress had overheard some of our conversation. After dinner, we all went inside where Ellen introduced us to her husband, Greg, and we started talking about who the DAV is and what we do. She offered to help in any way possible by using her establishment in supporting the DAV in Colorado. It was time for me to head out and I left her and the commander discussing ideas. Ellen had wished I could stay for an event they were having next Saturday but I told her I had more veterans to see.

As I rode off back to the hotel I thought of my journey so far and how wonderful the people have been. As I ride on out of Colorado, I can only imagine the same ahead.

I woke up this morning and looked out the window to see the snow-covered ski slope. Since it was dark when I arrived, I could not see any of the surrounding area and had no idea I was staying across from a ski resort. I met Brian and Ronnie, the two NSOs who had followed me from GJH, for breakfast. After we ate, they left to go into town to see where to stage the MSO. I got everything packed and went to load the bike. I took the bike cover off and couldn’t believe how bad the bike looked with salt and grime from riding in the winter storm. I headed into town to meet the MSO so I could park the bike next to it. The first order of business was to find a vendor who was selling bike cleaner because I could not leave the Harley Hero Tribute bike looking that dirty. I felt it would be a dishonor to the men and women I am trying to honor with this ride. I found a vendor on the main street representing BikerNet who saw me ride in. I explained what I was doing and he said if I brought the bike to his booth he would detail it…Mission accomplished!

The people really started to roll in for the Veteran Appreciation Rally and I thought we had a great location right by the stage next to the food vendors on one side and the beer tent on the other. The ceremony was blessed with a lot of wonderful speakers, most from Ft. Carson. Many had served in Iraq. It was truly a great rally that included everything from a Special Forces Team parachuting in to the Marine Corps color guard. I met countless people today all coming up to say thank you and really commending me on the bike and what I was doing. It was also a day of emotions. For the first time I had several people come and stare at the bike and start to break down. I recall GySgt Daniel Picard, who had recently retired from the Marine Corps, coming over to the bike and kneeling with his head down. He was looking at the saddle bag that reads “Some gave all.” He later told me he had done three tours in Iraq and participated in a ceremony for one of his corporals who was KIA. The image reminded him of the loss of that Marine and he was appreciative of what we were doing.

Dave from High Country Harley, who had arranged the booth space for us, had made it in from Denver to see how things were going. He had planned on bringing several bikes up to have on display as well, but the weather had stopped him. I completely understood as it took all I had to get there. I signed countless Harley Heroes Tribute cards and spoke to hundreds of people. The main entertainment for the day was Molly Hatchet, a band I have seen over the years. In fact, the lead singer, Phil McCormack, is from my area and used to play for a local band the RoadDucks. I remember seeing the RoadDucks years ago. The thing that topped it off was when Molly Hatchet finished the show, the band came over to take a picture with me and the bike. Phil and I spoke briefly about old times and others we knew, but, as you can imagine, we started to get swarmed by their many fans. They indicated they would put the picture and our info on their web site as well.

At this point, everything was getting torn down and the cloud cover had come in. It was getting quite cool with a few spits of rain. Dave and I decided to just get a local room, not wanting to venture over the mountain to head towards Denver because the few rain sprinkles were probably a little different on the mountain top. To be honest, I was not up for riding in snow two days in a row. We checked into the same place I stayed the night before but found it was deserted. We threw our stuff in the rooms and decided to ride across the street to another hotel where we had noticed quite a few motorcycles parked. We pulled up and there was a group with a nice outdoor fire going. Dave went inside only to find their restaurant/bar was also closed. The group around the fire asked us to join them, so we did. We found out that they were a group of Legion Rider

At this point, everything was getting torn down and the cloud cover had come in. It was getting quite cool with a few spits of rain. Dave and I decided to just get a local room, not wanting to venture over the mountain to head towards Denver because the few rain sprinkles were probably a little different on the mountain top. To be honest, I was not up for riding in snow two days in a row. We checked into the same place I stayed the night before but found it was deserted. We threw our stuff in the rooms and decided to ride across the street to another hotel where we had noticed quite a few motorcycles parked. We pulled up and there was a group with a nice outdoor fire going. Dave went inside only to find their restaurant/bar was also closed. The group around the fire asked us to join them, so we did. We found out that they were a group of Legion Riders from Kansas. I explained I would be there on Wednesday with some of their folks for a ride and they knew exactly who I was talking about. By this time it was getting dark. Dave and I decided to head back to the hotel so I could wrap this up and get ready for our ride into Denver in the morning.

I woke up this morning and had a couple hours to kill before the event with Grand Junction Harley. So I decided I would have a good breakfast for a change. Once finished, I got my items together and called Randy and he drove over and picked me up. When I got to GJH, folks were already gathering and our Mobile Service Office (MSO) had made it in from Denver and was starting to see fellow vets. People were starting to register for the bike show and they said I should enter mine. I explained that I wasn’t really there for the bike show but would pay to be in it because I knew the funds collected were going to the DAV. I explained that I would probably be leaving before they had judged the contestants. Shortly after entering the contest, I received a call telling me that it was snowing and icing at Winter Park where the huge Veteran Appreciation event was taking place. Winter Park is the next stop on my tour! We agreed that we would touch base later in the afternoon to see if there were any changes in the weather conditions but that I might have to stay put until Sunday.

By this time our MSO had about a dozen folks waiting to be seen so I went and spoke with some of them . There I met a true hero—a medic during D-Day! Then the media started to arrive. I did two interviews with local channels. The people and bikes really started to roll in and I must say I met some terrific folks. They all seemed to like the bike and were appreciative of the cause. I had one gentleman ask me where my guardian bell was and I told him I had never actually put one on. Shortly thereafter, he and his wife came out and presented me with a POW/MIA guardian bell to look after me and my Tribute bike and myself during this long journey. I felt it was only fitting that I had him tie the bell on for good luck. GJH had a great cookout and bike wash going on at the side of the building and I knew they were going through the food because they had to make several store runs. During the day, I had received several weather reports and it wasn’t looking good for Winter Park but I wasn’t giving up yet.

As the day was winding down and we were starting to wrap up, they came out and presented me a first prize trophy for the Harley Hero Tribute Bike. What and honor that was! Along with the trophy came a very nice $200 gift card to be used at GJH. I still didn’t know what my plans were at this point because of the weather. I talked with our NSOs who would be taking the MSO there as well and we agreed that I would push it as close as possible so I wouldn’t have as far to go on Sunday. So that gift card came in handy as I used it for cold-weather clothing accessories. Scott, the owner, came out, thanked us and said that he would like to maybe do another Harley Hero event next year. I said my goodbyes to all the wonderful folks that made the day a great success and headed off ahead of the MSO.

The ride was great and the further east I got I could see where the roads were drying up on the side as I made my way closer. It started to get pretty cool so I had to pull over and put some layers on along with my chaps and leather jacket. And then it all hit once I got to Vail! It started snowing and sleeting and I made my way to the next exit and pulled under a canopy at a gas station to see if I could find out what was in store ahead. More of the same! They told me if I could make it six miles up the road there was lodging. So I ventured back out into the winter wonderland. The day before yesterday, I was withering in the extreme heat and now I’m freezing while riding in a wintry mix. By this time the MSO had caught up to me and we took the next exit and talked over our game plan. It appeared to be clearing even though the roads were still wet, but we had less than an hour to go for our final destination. The NSOs agreed they should follow me the whole way. We made it fine on the highway, but then when we got off our exit and it got worse.

“Awesome!” That’s the best way I can describe today. I woke early ready to hit the road at sunrise. Sunrise, however, didn’t come as early as I had planned. I loaded up and hit the gas station where I found Vinny, who told me yesterday that he wanted to ride with me, and another guy named Bill. He explained that they wanted to give me a treat on the best roads to take to Grand Junction. Vinny and Bill led me to Zion National Park, where we stopped and talked for a bit, took our parting pictures and went on our way. What an awesome park to ride through—I just had to watch for the deer. And at one point, I went through a mile-long tunnel where they cut about four port holes in the side of the mountain for light so it was very dark and loud. It even had gotten cool enough that I had to put my leather jacket on.

It was one of those days that I wanted to keep cruising down the road but I had an important stop to make at the Grand Junction VA Medical Center. I got there about an hour later than I had hoped but they were still there waiting for me. The hospital officials took me around the back to their patio area and had me park the bike on the patio. I got a nice tour of the facility and they actually wheeled patients out to see the bike. What an exhilarating moment to see their looks and hear their comments. I spoke with several of them and went to the rooms of those who did not come out. I left the patients several of my Harley Heroes Tribute cards.

After a couple hours I thought I should go check in with Grand Junction Harley where our Harley’s Heroes event was scheduled. I walked in and got treated as if it was my own dealership. In fact, Randy one of their sales guys, is a veteran I had taken down the mountain some nine years ago at our National Disabled Veterans Winter Sports Clinic. I talked about logistics and met the owner Scott. Before I knew it, they booked me a room close by and offered to keep the bike in their service department so they could do a nice detail job on it first thing in the morning. Who was I to argue especially after some of the bugs I ran into! Randy drove me to the hotel where I checked in and then drove me on a couple errands before we had dinner at a little establishment on main street. The ride was starting to catch up to me, so I came back to the room to share my day before crashing.

What a day! I headed out early this morning on my way to Utah. My first stop was the Indian Store at Valley of Fire. I pulled in and there were a few guys actually waiting to see me come through. One of those guys was Steve, the past Commander of the DAV Department of Utah. He had heard I was coming through and wanted to ride with me. What a treat to have a fellow disabled veteran as my tour guide! We rode through the Valley of Fire surrounded by all of the red rock formations. By the time we got to Mesquite, which was 112 degrees, we had to take a water break. The heat was really starting to get oppressive. Steve lives and rides in the desert and was well prepared with a cooler strapped on the back of his bike with iced down water and soda. He lead me through an isolated stretch of desert that took us through Beaver Dam and the old Shivwits Indian Reservation. We then rode to an amazing outdoor theater called Touacan that uses the large red rock formations as the backdrop. By the time we got there, the heat was getting pretty severe. Steve mentioned a dealership that really wanted me to stop by so they could see the Harley Heroes Tribute bike. We arrived at dealership—known as Desert Thunder—and met the owners, Don and Shirley. They were so appreciative and thanked me for stopping by. They even gave me one of their shirts. We took off and made it to my scheduled stop—Zion Harley—with 15 minutes to spare.

We were pretty heat-drained by then and the AC felt great. They had set a nice area set up and I noticed the Harley Heroes items at both registers. Just like LVH, they asked me to bring the bike in out of the heat and moved racks around so it could be parked right next to the display. Much to my surprise, they bought out a nicely done American flag cake which tasted better than it looked! I talked to several people about the Harley’s Heroes program and told them about the services DAV provides. Interestingly enough, most people who came in had either seen it on the website or read about my trip in the local paper. A couple guys stayed around and chatted with us for quite some time. One individual was so impressed and interested in what I was doing, he asked to join me tomorrow as I headed to Colorado. I was happy to have him along but told him we had to leave at sunrise to get out of the desert before it gets hot again. Before I wrapped up at closing, they asked if they could detail the bike for its next journey. Who was I to say no!

As we shut down I went next door to the Holiday Inn to check in and found one of the neatest things yet—they had mini motorcycle garages complimentary with your room which even worked with your room key. What a great idea especially seeing all the motorcycles in this area. Steve, who is still with me and helping out, had a plan for dinner so I followed him to his neighbor’s back yard. This place was an oasis with a beautiful pool, outdoor kitchen and palm trees. His family and friends were waiting to meet me and the bike. Members from the local DAV chapter were there too. The food really hit the spot and the conversation was enjoyable. As it got dark I needed to head back to share my day’s great adventure and get ready for a pretty long day tomorrow. Talk to you then!

Well, our national convention is over and it was a wonderful time. We took care of the business of the Disabled American Veterans and even found time to have some fun. I will always remember the experience and feeling I had at our Joint Opening Session. As I was introduced and brought the “Harley Heroes Tribute Bike” down the center aisle of the Bally’s event center, I felt the same solemn chill I get each year when I participate in Rolling Thunder.

Today I had the first stop on my tour at Las Vegas Harley (LVH). They were the dealership that received the bike and did a wonderful detail job before I took it to Bally’s. While it was on display throughout the convention, I received countless compliments on just how great it looks. My good friends at LVH really put the “shine” on her and the detailing really helped bring out the new patriotic artwork. I believe everyone enjoyed the bike and I know they felt the same pride I did knowing it was honoring our men and women who have given so much to the freedom we enjoy each and every day.

When I arrived at the dealership today, I parked outside and walked in to see the Harley’s Heroes table display just inside the door. You couldn’t have asked for a better place to get set up—especially the AC since it was 108 degrees today!

But typical of Las Vegas Harley’s support to veterans, they told to bring the bike inside by our table because “those we are honoring do not need to be out side in the heat.” They opened the doors and I brought it in.

I met so many wonderful people today that came by to support the DAV and the Harley’s Heroes program. I remember the three ladies who stopped by from Blue Star Mothers and one with the Marine Corps League and Women’s Marine Association. Each signed up with the “Thank a Vet” program LVH was running and thanked me for what I was doing. They asked if they could take pictures to send to their children and grandchildren currently serving in Iraq. What an honor!

I saw countless people come in throughout the day, many of whom were returning from Sturgis. I figured their weary, road-beaten look is the same I will have when I walk into a dealership in a few days. They all had the same comment—the desert is one rough place to ride! Knowing I will be riding through the desert tomorrow, I plan on getting an early start.

After a great day I went and signed the LVH flag that will be sent to our troops currently serving oversees. The bike is all ready to go and I am calling it an early night. Talk to you tomorrow after my stop in Utah!