Only on a day like today…
…do I crank up big red for a ride that I don’t want to make.
…does sound of dual pipes roaring out USA thunder not make me smile.
…it’s a sad emotion upon removing the cover off Stars and Stripes and placing it in the holder.
…does the wind on my face not feel refreshing.
…the snap and pop crack of old Glory shake like sharp bolts of lightning.
…our bikes are packed together in an impenetrable group.
…our eyes are steely and throats are tightened.
…we let people pass by and stare without response.
…red lights and stop signs are run with impunity.
…our bikes and actions talk louder than words.
…Grave Riders not place poles in the ground at hallowed earth.
…reflection that we all will make this passage one day.
…the Club returns its true dues to the community.
…a tear is shed and splashes upon the fuel tank.
…we ride the final mission of a neighbor.
…true meaning as Brothers and Sisters of The Blank Check Society of America fill your hearts.