Today our Miracle Riders come home! For those of you who have been faithful followers of this blog you are well aware of how this trip has been, what the riders have enjoyed, what has moved them and why they continue. Many people however, may take notice today during the excitement of their return and find the whole thing fascinating and wish they had followed it more closely during the past 3 weeks. Please encourage them to come back to the blog, take the time to read the posts and the comments, watch the videos and enjoy the pictures. This blog will be active for a long time and if anyone is interested in taking a walk down memory lane check out the blog from years past.
Well here I sit at the Harley dealership in Asheville, was hoping to make it home without a tire change. Better safe than sorry, we have been too many miles and we don’t want to do something stupid at the end.
Here it is. Day 20. Where have the days gone? Not that it seems it just started yesterday but it really doesn’t seem like 20 days. Brad had a 5k service in Las Vegas and then a 10k yesterday. It just doesn’t seem possible. So how many people have we touched? Every gas stop, every restaurant, every hotel, we have give kids the poppers, handed out our cards and brochures and told our story. And everyone, people that don’t know us and will probably never see us again give us a donation and tell us what we are doing is the right thing. Unbelievable! And this is an unbelievable group. How many people can get a bunch of strangers to sing happy birthday on a subway train for someone they do not even know. Or walk into a restaurant and interrupt lunch with our loud laughing and folks tell us we are not bothering them – they needed a little excitement with their lunch.
Day 19 Good news to report after getting lost in the city I thought I was in for some trouble but Gen Scott Ressmeyer welcomed me with open arms and said he was glad I was safe. That did me good, I figured I would have to wash all the ponies for going AWOL; it’s a bad feeling being in NYC with a cell phone with a dead battery. I asked 11 people would they make a call for me or let me use their phone how many do you think would help? Zero I was ignored, told no, or they didn’t wanna get involved. But I made it back no KP or court-martial. As we started our charge to the south the states fell like domino’s no resistance at all. I think they were glad we were just passing thru after a good day of pushing these Iron horses we arrived in Winchester Va. It was good to see Capt James Cole’s family again. I know it was a good morale support for him. After arriving Gen Scott assembled the men for a good meal for such a good job done for the day’s victory. The troops and I had a good meal when Lt. Ronnie Wilson had recruited a street band as they came over did a birthday celebration for me. I was shocked and pleased with the birthday songs, then looked around but there were no presents – maybe they hid them from me.