Well as some of you may know I ride with the PGR (Patriot Guard Riders)
The foundation Homes for Our Troops asked the PGR to do an escort ride for a young man named Jonathan who had lost both his legs in Iraq.
The mission was in a town about thirty miles away so we met at about 7 am this morning and headed out.
Of course I get the usual "funny" comments from some of the riders who have never ridden with me before as we were waiting for everyone to show up.
(it's funny how much shit some people talk before the ride and how little there is after the ride, mostly a lot of Damn's I can't believe he keep up)
But let me tell you it was cold, that's the only word to use.
COLD.
But anyway,
The mission itself was from the hotel that Jonathan was staying at to the Nationwide Custom Homes plant that was building his new home.
As we were all standing outside the inn, Jonathan came out to talk with us and turned to look at the line of bikes and said "Man that's so cool" - "Look motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle, scooter, motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle."
A couple of the folks I had rode up with looked at me and kind of smile, I of course had a huge shit eating grin on my face by then.
Jonathan looked at us and said "What".
I just looked at him and said "I'm the scooter."
So he looks at me "So you ride a scooter and wear a beret - that makes you the intellectual of the group right"
Yeah, something like that.
As for the rest, 16 motorcycles (and one scooter) escorted Jonathan to the plant to meet the people who were building his new home, heard some speeches, meet some very proud and friendly people and then headed home.
After meeting Jonathan, hearing his story and seeing his great attitude about life this song kept going though my head on the ride home.
Which was good, cause the ride back home was just as cold.
A footnote
I highly recommend riding with the PGR.
They don't care of you're a Hawk or a Dove.
Or what you ride.
Their mission is simple "Standing For Those Who Stood For Us"