We had 10 bikes and together, riders and sponsors raised $1870 and counting for our selected charity, Not Alone. Some more checks are still coming in, and the online site is still available.
- Erick S., Sergeant-at-Arms from Green Knights Military Motorcycle Club, Ch 61, Joint Base Bragg-Pope;
- Kelli, a volunteer for Not Alone's Fayetteville Chapter, who reminded us that every dollar donated to Not Alone translates into medical help for veterans dealing with PTSD;
- John, the G-M at Cape Fear H-D and our gracious host; and
- a few Cape Fear H.O.G. members who greeted us and showed us around the lounge (I zoomed in on the coffee pot).
|Ed, Erick, Me, Kelli, Keith, Dave, Laura, Amy|
Out of 10 bikes, 7 made it over 1000 miles in under 24 hours. We had three groups that started and ened at Pariot H-D. Two pairs rode separate routes. Bob and Jerry headed for the Tail of the Dragon. Jean-Claude and Charley chose an out and back route. The remaining six of us took off on a clockwise tour of VA and NC.
We encountered rain, humidity, fog, and cold as we rode. In the middle of a cold and foggy night, our 3 Hoka Hey veterans, Keith, Laura, and Amy, fell victim to the Siren Song of a Hampton Inn. I finished with Dave A. and Ed M. at 1057 miles in 22:37 hours.
|Dave catches 40 winks while the energy drink absorbs|
A final note: The Iron Butt Association holds an annual Memorial Ride, and I rode in memory of my friend and Baghdad Battle Buddy, Jim Daron, who died two years ago fighting cancer.
- This note describes the annual Memorial Ride http://www.nmpcs.com/2012memorialride
- Look for Jim Daron's name in alphabetical order http://www.nmpcs.com/2012memorialride/riders/2012riders.html
- Look for me with the Virginia Memorial Riders http://www.nmpcs.com/2012memorialride/riders/riders.html
James R. Daron, Jr.
There is no doubt in my mind that 2-wheeled travel is a spiritual endeavor. I had no trouble talking to Jim as we rode along together mile after mile. And it's not just me. At one point in Abingdon, Keith had Hoka Hey flashbacks. Coincidentally, we stopped for gas at the very station where he went looking for help when the Hoka Hey instructions were unclear. In his distant gaze, I could tell he was reliving the hours he spent zig-zagging the hills, looking for the trail...
The moon set was spectacular, as was the sun rise. It was a Great Day! All 24 hours of it!