Very late April

Tomorrow morning I become an NVAR rider; neither the elements of nature or man shall stop me. I have two weeks to visit friends along my ride to meet with the NVAR in Auburn CA, in which time I will drop blogs into this site. HOWEVER and unfortunately, Julie, who had been the reporter on each of the NVAR rides, broke her foot and will not make the ride this year. Jerry asked, and I accepted the duty to write the sit-reps (blogs) for each day of our ride across the country. CONSEQUENTLY, time, energy, and attention for a blog into Harley tracks will fall short.

To follow activities of the National Veterans Awareness Ride on its annual Run to The Wall in Washington D.C. please visit: nvao.us

Click on the Blog tab in the upper right corner, or join their Facebook page.

Thank you all for your support to our veterans and their families.

Never Forget

April

Five days to departure (April 28) for the National Veterans Awareness Ride (NVAR). I’ll follow my tracks from last year, west to Oregon and then south into California. The Fat Boy’s ready, and the forecast looks good; not that it matters. The NVAR riders will converge on Auburn CA the weekend of May 9 for a May 13 departure to Washington D.C. Along our ten day ride we’ll visit veterans in homes and hospitals each day to thank them for their service, listen to their stories, and share laughs. We’ll also stop to pay our respects at cemeteries and memorials. It’s a fantastic ride cheered and supported by thousands along our route. I will try do better about blogging this year!

After more than three years of intense writing, HARLEY TRACKS: Across Vietnam to The Wall will go to print while I’m riding across this great country. The book will be available in June at book signings, or through this web site and Amazon.com. Please check back in the Buy the Book page. I’ve had some great guidance and assistance through edits and book design, and I am humbled by pre-press testimonials.

During introductions to my story, people asked that I include lots of pictures. The book holds forty pages of 100+ photos; a modest number, but I’ve expanded with chapter photos on the web site. I chose ~550 from thousands; a lot of tough choices. I welcome your comments as to the need of more, or less.

Keep a piece of Memorial Day in each day.

Thank a Vet & Never Forget

 

Harley Tracks Cover

MARCH

Harley Tracks: Across Vietnam to The Wall

Progress reaches closer to pages and covers. Three years of writing, a winter in developmental edit, and a copy edit have brought my manuscript to the status of proofread. What began as a joy ride from Hanoi in January of 2009 has taken me on a journey I could not have imagined. A book designer did a fantastic job with my idea for a cover and will receive the manuscript in the first of April for layout. I toured Bang Printing in Brainerd, MN, who will manufacture the book, and was amazed by the needs of the book  building business; over 12 acres of machines rolling, sliding, and binding paper. It was awesome to see that many machines and parts cranking like a V-twin engine.

My efforts now shift to the book’s presentation. I wait to hear about a 4th of July debut at a rally in the mid-west, followed with presentations at different sites at the Sturgis Rally’s 75th Anniversary; and then, other venues locally, in the Minnesota region and nationally.

But first things first; while the book is on its journey of a 5 to 6 week print run at Bang, I’ll ride to Auburn, CA to meet up with the National Veterans Awareness Organization for their 11th annual  National Veterans Awareness Ride (NVAR), also known as the Run to The Wall in Washington D.C. A fantastic ride with a great bunch of people.  For 10 days, a rigid schedule leads us to veterans homes and hospitals  to visit and thank our men and women for their service and sacrifice. We also hold ceremonies at cemeteries and memorials for those who gave all. Along the route, riders join our group, and its a humbling experience to pass cheers from the thousands who stand beside city streets and country roads.

Please check back for updates and blogs on the NVAR.

Thank a Vet and Never Forget

Enjoy the Spirit of Freedom

 

 

 

 

On Aug. 23, the ICVMC, (In Country Veterans Motorcycle Club) made their annual honor run to the High Ground Veterans Memorial Park in Neillsville, WI. Memorials rest on a beautiful acre of God’s country to pay tribute to those who served and sacrificed for our freedom. It also honors those who supported them from home, and those left behind. A replica of the Liberty Bell hangs for all to ring in memory of the fallen. Our group counted among a parking lot full of riders on that solemn afternoon.

The NVAO, (refer to web link) held their annual board meeting and reunion in Milwaukee, WI, on the weekend of Aug. 29 – 31. Riders from the reaches of NE to OH, and as far south as AL gathered to relive the experiences of the 2014 NVAR, and plan the 11th annual ride in 2015. Coincidently, the 1st Milwaukee Rally added to the excitement with exhibits and entertainment at the H-D Museum and a big show at the House of H-D. Thunder storms passed timely with our tour of the museum and ride through town and along the lake front. Sunshine graced our parking lot farewells until we meet for the next Ride. Mine returned through the back roads of central WI for another stroll through High Ground, where a rotation of motorcycles, and cars, pass through with gratitude for their freedom.

Regarding the book, Harley Tracks: Across Vietnam to The Wall – In the Spirit of Freedom; years of literary study and rewrites bring it closer to print. The extent and depth of the journey grew beyond my imagination and demands. Its presentation improved with each rewrite . As with many of its structural changes, the title and sub-title have been switched, and the home page of the wet site will receive a face lift to fit it. In late September and October, I will present the manuscript for professional edits and evaluations. Their direction and comments will set me on a rewrite for the final edit – and on to print – early in 2015.

 

1       1a 2 3 4 4a 5 6 7 8

STURGIS 2014

For me, for two nights, a quiet neighborhood existed on Boulevard St. in Sturgis – in recovery from lyme disease that was a pleasure. But that’s not what the rally was about. Four blocks away, national and global riders converged with a controlled force, thanks to the Sturgis PD, on Main Street. Hundreds of thousands parked, rode, and strolled; drank, ate, and gaped; vendors filled every gap with T’s, patches, and anything else one could pin or bolt to a bike. The action reached to Deadwood, Hill City, Lead, and every other watering hole through the hills. Sunshine grace the mountains and riders between sprinkles and powerful downpours.

The Black Hills H-D jammed with inventory and acres of vendors. Bike parking held enough room for 4,500 bikes, which turned over four times each day. Jim Burgess, the owner, gave me a tour and spoke of preparations for next years 75th Rally Anniversary. Expansions will work through the year in expectation for up to double attendance. Jim was generous to offer me a few days in his store next year for a Harley Tracks: In the Spirit of Freedom book signing. I’ll follow up with signings I Deadwood, Sturgis, and the Buffalo Chip Campground.

After two peaceful nights, I joined Hack at The Chip – over one hundred acres of tents and RV’s. A stage sat in a natural amphitheater and rocked with the largest crowds through music, zip lines, and an endless party.  The Field of Flags stood near the entrance. A respected display of history and for those who sacrificed for freedom. It was like a homecoming to bring the Fat Boy to its traveling Wall – a scaled model of the Vietnam War Memorial. In the silence on the field, I was honored to meet JT, a veteran, whose cousin’s name cut into the first center panel on the East Wing.

Saturday night, a storm packed winds in excess of 60 mph. Rain hammered the hills, and my little North Face tent on the hill held against its wrath, however, covered and broadside to the wind, it blew Hack’s bike over – I thought I smelled gas. When I peeked out, neighbors had already righted it. We left Sunday morning at 10 for a 16 hour ride to Mpls – stops, lunch, and coincidental meeting with JT, rain, and a blown fuse on Hack’s bike extended the ride. After Hack turned off 35 W for his last blocks home, I rolled into one more storm for my final miles.

Look forward to next year.

a1 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 11