I'll get into the reason for my absence later. I just wanted to take this moment to share with you what Scott and I did yesterday. We have been loving the warm, sunny days of this Delaware Spring. There has been much sunbathing (for me, anyway), walking the dog, leisurely reading on the deck, and motorcycle riding. Yesterday we participated in our first charity motorcycle ride in an effort to raise money to buy phone cards for troops overseas. It's called Miles for Minutes.
We've never ridden in a pack before, but we met up with some other Air Force bikers to ride up to the rally together. There were almost 20 of us, riding two bikes to the width of the lane, and the attention we drew was comical. Sounded like thunder rolling down the road. Every IHOP and Waffle House we passed was full of families stopping in the parking lot to watch and point. Little kids in the back seats of the cars we passed were smiling, wide-eyed with excitement and waving. Yes, I waved back. I'm not too cool for that. I just pretend to be a bad-ass biker mama. Trust me, I don't even come close to it (as I witnessed at the rally). And I'm okay with that.
When we arrived at the rally I was stunned at the number of bikes.
Remember, we're in lil' ol' Delaware. And I didn't see many out of state bike plates either. About 600 bikes took the the road, escorted by police! And I thought 20 bikers drew a lot of attention. Ha! We were closer to the back of the pack, but we couldn't see the beginning or the end, not even when we hit several miles-long straight-aways on the highway. Sadly, my phone video doesn't do the sight justice, but at least you get the idea. Can't see it well but the entire length of our lane behind us is filled with bikes.
Those guys right behind us were truly bad-ass. They had custom made choppers and oozed cool from every pore in their body. We, on the other hand, are total posers. Evident by my constant picture taking and recording. I screamed Rally Virgin. It was awesome. Sadly (or maybe not) I did not get any pics of the bad-ass biker mamas. I think that would have crossed the Rally Virgin line. But know that I spared you many saggy boobs and nipples. Someone should design a Harley Davidson lingerie line. Bras. Get some, ladies. Just sayin'.
In all, it was a fantastic day. Virgins and veterans, bad asses and posers, all coming together for a good cause and good fun. While war seems to be the norm for our nation these days, it's nice to know that folks are still thinking of the troops who protect our freedom. Thanks to Miles for Minutes the troops will be making extra phone calls home to talk to their loved ones. Next time you see a veteran (active duty, guard, reserve, retired, male, female, young, old, etc.) tell 'em, "thanks for your service." You have no idea how meaningful those four words are to them and their families.
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