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Riding BE-cause - a Focus on Not-for-Profit Events & Efforts

 

Lil' Weather

 

Free Thinking with FancyFree

 

Justin & Cody Fighting for Veterans on the Homefront - Welcome Home!

 

Mike on a Bike Reports in! - Ride Journal Entry #2

 

From a Woman Rider's Perspective with Sandy: Goodies & Oldies

 

HOGS for Haiti

 

Destinations, Places to Ride to: Mac's in Fayetteville, NC

 

Loose Talk with Jon

 

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THIS COMING WEEKEND!

This Memorial Day Weekend, mark your calendar for Saturday, May 25, 2013 to come to Cashiers, North Carolina and enjoy two wonderful events. The 1st Annual Cashiers Valley Poker Run and Blues Brew & BBQ.

The day will start with registration and check in at 9:00 am and last bike out at 10:30 am. Riders will begin and end their 130 mile loop at The Village Commons (the first and last pit stop) located at the intersections of Hwy 107 & Hwy 64W in Cashiers. Breakfast will be available by Wendy's during registration. This scenic route will take riders along our spectacular mountain roads making 3 other pit stops in Maggie Valley, Cherokee and Highlands before returning to the Village Green. Riders will pick up their playing cards at each of the 5 stops. Upon arriving back in Cashiers, participants will turn in their cards. There will be an award ceremony to acknowledge the winners for the best hand ($500.00 Cash), second best hand ($200.00 Cash) and worst hand ($50.00). Entry Fee for the Poker Run is $20.00/Rider which includes a box lunch sponsored by Subway.

A portion of the Poker Run will benefit Wounded Warriors Project.

The Awards Ceremony will take place at the First Annual Blues, Brew & BBQ which will begin at 5 pm. This exciting event will feature live entertainment opening with the amazingly talented Lauren Mitchell Band from Sarasota, Florida, followed by our headliner, the legendary Mac Arnold & a Plate Full O' Blues. Come hungry, food and beverages will be served. Admission to the event is free. Bring chairs and/or blankets. This will be a wonderful way to kick off the 2013 summer season. Please join us for this great event and to help support a great cause!

No coolers permitted. This event will occur Rain or Shine. No Refunds.

To register for the Poker Run, please visit:
www.bbbpokerrun.eventbrite.com
Late Registration will be available the day of the event.
For more information on this fun filled day or how to be a sponsor, please contact Nancy Albers 704-458-7686, email: BBBPokerRun@aol.com or visit www.visitcashiersvalley.com and click on events.

 

 

 

 

The Little Weather Quickie for the Greater Charlotte Area

for Week of May 21-28, 2013

Tuesday 83 iso t-storms, Wednesday 82 iso t-storms, Thursday 82 scattered t-storms, Friday 74 p-cloudy, Saturday 76 p-cloudy, Sunday 77 p-cloudy, Monday 75 iso t-storms, Tuesday 78 p-cloudy (as per www.intellicast.com on Tuesday 05/21/13)

 

Long Distance

OK, I do this periodically. I give away my decades to you all by riding down Memory Lane. Oh well, I don't cover my grey either so it doesn't bother me ... plus, I get a kick out of hearing who else remembers! So this time, I'm reminiscing over telephone service. Once upon a time in a far away land, you had to use a professional to connect your calls. You couldn't just pick up the phone and dial the next state, sometimes not even the next county and certainly not across or outside of the country without the use of the "long distance operator." Today, we carry small rectangles in our pockets and call whoever whenever we want wherever they might be. Long ago and far away we'd dial 0 and someone (generally a woman ... think Lilly Tomlin!) on the other end of the line would answer "Operator" and she'd walk you through the process of reaching your cousin Bill in Oregon or help you find a florist in Jacksonville. Now, I haven't really any good reason for this discussion... just the words "long distance" sent me there. And long distance is interwoven throughout this edition of The Carolina Rider Scene....

Justin and Cody

Justin, whose wartime experiences (long distance) dramatically changed the road he travels now, introduces us to his new path in his new regular column for The Carolina Rider Scene. You probably had the honor of reading about Justin and his Service Dog Cody in the story he shared with us several weeks back. We're thrilled to offer a platform for him to reach out to fellow Veterans as a resource "hub" as he seeks to reduce the long distance many Vets feel in their lives on the home front. We welcome Justin and his amazing canine companion as a member of The Carolina Rider team!

Mike on a Bike

We have the second installment of Mike on a Bike's cross-country (long distance) journey to California and back. If you thought his first Ride Journal Entry was uneventful and you're looking for a little bit of adventure in your read, you want to read Entry #2. We're awfully glad Mike and his bike are safe after a challenging ride and keeping good thoughts for continued safe travels.

Sandy Reece

Sandy's column today covers a couple of events ... but definately not in the usual "they served beer and sandwiches and there were lots of bikes" way. Pulling from personal loss and community connections, Sandy gives us all a meaning-filled and photo-rich accounting of Marla's Ride and the antique bike show in Denton and ties it all into some historical gems of info about how women rode long distances in poor conditions way back when. Thanks for being you, Sandy!

HOGS for Haiti

Ken Small and his buddies are gonna travel over 8500 miles for a cause close to their hearts. Now that's long distance! Ken happened to send us a flyer about the upcoming effort these guys are taking on to raise funds for building a children's home in Haiti and has since provided us with some great photos of the work that's started as well as their ride plan. We're glad you wrote and look forward to hearing more about your trip, guys! They encourage anyone who wants to sponsor a local ride in support of their cause to contact them and use the flyer supplied below.

Welcome Sandhills Mike!

Mike Lopeman is another new contributor to The Carolina Rider. Living in Fayetteville, NC, he's enjoyed this publication and was hoping for some more of his own local content rather than info that's about events happening a long distance from him. And so, he's joined The Carolina Rider to help connect you folks who are in the North Carolina Sandhills to the good resources offered by our publications. Mike is already actively out and about his community making connections and had the chance to scout out the new Mac's location in Fayetteville right in time for our new alliance with Mac's! We look forward to hearing more from our Sandhills Regional Representative. In fact, you can look for a story from him next week about Cape Fear H-D's 20th Anniversary party. Welcome Mike!

 

As I write this, a sudden thunder-filled downpour just split open our sunny afternoon and left us with a more subdued light. The air has cooled and freshened and everything is now even greener than it was just an hour ago. The forecast calls for these kind of pop-ups most of the week. Stay dry or just go ahead and stand out in the rain; whatever cranks your throttle!

 

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"Welcome Home Veterans." It's a simple phrase. Some have heard it when they returned from their tour or multiple tours; however there are many that never received that simple gesture of gratitude from their fellow countrymen. Well now you can. This is what you hear every time you walk into Richards Coffee Shop in Mooresville, NC. It has been called "The Most Patriotic Coffee Shop in America."

I first discovered Richards Coffee Shop back in April of this year. I have heard a lot about this place but just never took the time to go. On a whim one day after talking with my chiropractor of all people at the VA he asked if I have ever been and since my response was "no," he told me to go; that they are a great bunch of people and they are just like me, Veterans looking for a place to just relax and talk. So I went and as soon as I walked in a fellow veteran who happened to be there greeted me with "Welcome Home." I was taken aback at first when I walked in because it was like being in a military museum. They have pictures and memorabilia on the walls and uniforms on the rack. They have model airplanes hanging from the ceilings and rooms for every war with a table that you could sit in and just talk with you fellow veteran. What I found funny was they have what's called a "truth table" and a "liars table." We all know which branches belong at each table. I was told to come back on a Thursday because it's FREE COFFEE for Veterans on Thursdays. So I did.

That Thursday when I went back I was shocked when I pulled up out front to see the sea of motorcycles lining up in front of Richards. I knew right then and there that I was at home. Not only was this a place for veterans to sit around and talk, but it was also a place that welcomed the biker community. I got to talking to a few of the bikers and started to realize that there was something different about these bikers, they were all veterans or they were spouses of veterans or friends of veterans. They belonged to an array of different groups within the biker community. There were representatives from Vietnam Vets/Legacy Vets MC, Combat Vets Motorcycle Association, Goldwing Riders, The Patriot Guard Riders, Rolling Thunder and just bikers who rode for themselves. I drank a lot of coffee that day and they let me introduce myself and talk about the two organizations that I feel most passionate about in my life right now, K9s For Warriors and Two Wheels For Warriors. I'll let ya'll know about those organizations in a few...

Finally after all the coffee drinking and a late lunch I headed home to think about what just happened and regroup my thoughts about what some of the veterans where telling me....about what I have been feeling I need to do. I spent the next month deciding what I was going to do to try and help veterans in need; how to reach out and connect fellow veterans to resources that we all need and want to know about. I wanted to figure out how to better be able to promote such a great place as Richards Coffee Shop and to let other fellow military bikers know of this great place and much more.

And so with my head full and ready to DO something about it all, I talked with FancyFree who is graciously providing this column space to me - to us veterans so that I can do what I am so passionate about .... helping veterans with issues ranging from the VA Backlog to seeing the proper Veteran Service Officer to even knowing what benefits are available to them. This column is dedicated to that cause, to be a resource corner for veteran issues and to let the veterans' voice be heard.

We as Veterans have a huge Voice and in the Biker Community it is Loud. So I am here to do just that. My first trip back to Richards Coffee Shop was this past Thursday May 16, 2013. They were having a special event called the "Ride of Pride."....

(this column continues ONLINE! ... so don't stop reading....)

Fighting for Veterans with Big Dawg and Cody!

Cody's in a calendar to raise awareness of PTSD and programs to support wounded veterans. CLICK HERE to see it and get yours!

 

 

 

Committed: Almost There

by Mike on a Bike

(This is the second Ride Journal Entry for Mike's ride to California. It all starts with his story "Committed" which, if you haven't already, you can read in our Stories section. Full Ride Journal can be found in our Stories as well.)

So I'm sitting in the bar of the hotel I'm staying at, The Lodge of the Desert, in Tucson, feeling like Hemingway. It's an old adobe hotel that dates back to the forties that has been updated and added to over the years. It has an award winning restaurant and real character. It was a Hotwire find. The taste of the cold Dos Equis Ambar before me, with more to follow, tastes especially good just because it is so damn hot outside. Early on, I had decided that on my way to California that I would take one day off from the road for some R&R. It was a wise decision because this trip is clearly harder than I thought it would be and has taken its toll on my body. Tomorrow's final push to LA will put me in the hottest parts of the desert where temperatures are approaching 110 degrees. But I'm getting ahead of myself so let me back up a few days...

My ride from Seneca, South Carolina had been largely uneventful.  Again, my goal was to travel light and cover 500 miles a day on average. Once on Interstate 40 west, there's nothing to do but stop for gas and use the bathroom (which I have now mastered to do during the same stop to save time.) The ride through Georgia, Alabama, and Louisiana was as I had remembered it on my return trip from Montana (via Dallas) about a year and a half ago. Each state has good sections on their part of the Interstate and some especially poor sections, especially around their metropolitan areas. The right lanes tend to be more grooved from truck traffic so I found myself favoring the left lane and ducking back into the right when someone approached me from behind. Poor roads, as any long distance rider will tell you, make riding more tiring and stressful.

By far though, I'd still say that South Carolina has the worst roads in the South and in their drive to cater to the lowest denominations of the anti-tax zealots, our elected officials are allowing our roads to degrade to dangerous levels of disrepair. Unfortunately, it seems no one has the political will to do the right thing and raise the gas tax two cents a gallon (into a dedicated fund that the pols can’t use for other purposes!) The longer we put off repairs, the more dangerous the roads become and the more expensive the repairs will be.

The toughest part of my ride so far has clearly been crossing Texas. First, it is just one big honkin' state, and of course, I'm crossing it at its widest point. The speed limit east of Dallas is pretty much 75 mph and west of Dallas it goes up to 80 mph. I'll admit that at times, I was exceeding the speed limit along with everyone else but at those speeds, I tend to hold the handlebars a bit tighter and of course, concentrate a bit more than on a leisurely drive in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Oh yeah, the trucks are doing 75 and 80 also and the buffeting from them is pretty severe at those speeds as they pass you or you pass them. So I found myself pushing to stay ahead of the trucks. It all takes its toll physically.

West of Dallas and on through New Mexico and Arizona my ride got especially tough because of a series of factors. As I started to enter the desert, the winds started kicking up across the Interstate, not constant and consistent winds, but gusts, strong gusts that even had the tractor trailer folks correcting to stay within their lane. With those winds came dust storms that, at times, cut visibility down to about one quarter mile. So like the truckers I found myself correcting, but also, leaning into the wind, spitting grains of sand out of my mouth, and holding those bars that much tighter. Mind you, no one is slowing down during this whole time, so I kept my speed up lest I get blown around by passing trucks also. Was I having fun at this point? No! This was serious stuff.

By far, the toughest and most dangerous part of this ride so far was as I was approaching the Texas/New Mexico border. I had been watching the sky turn dark to the west and noticed black streaks of clouds stretching down to the horizon, something that I had never seen before but that clearly looked ominous. Low to the ground, the landscape had taken on a yellow-brown hue: a dust storm. Then, very suddenly, the temperature dropped. I knew enough to know this wasn't good. About a quarter mile ahead of me it looked like rain and water splashing off of the semi tires but, as I found out about two seconds later, it wasn't rain, but hail, big hail!

I've never ridden through hail before, especially at 75 mph. Visibility went down to near nothing but I dare not slow down because I knew I had two trucks behind me, one in the left lane and one in the right lane. I couldn't see them in my mirrors at this point so I decided to maintain my speed. I thought very briefly of pulling onto the shoulder but decided it was too dangerous a maneuver to attempt given the very restricted visibility so I pressed on. It's amazing what the brain can process quickly. This decision-making was done in nano seconds.

I suspect this whole incident lasted about as long as it just took you to read the last two paragraphs, but it seemed like it lasted forever. Getting hit by good-sized hail at high-speed hurts, really hurts! After a couple of hits, I found myself leaning over the tank as low as I safely could all the while listening to a cacophony of hits against my helmet. The hits to my shoulders, chest, thighs, and shins were like bee stings. A quick and panicked prayer, "God, get me through this," and then it was over. Shaken, I rode on and stopped in Van Horn, Texas for the night, short of my 500-mile goal for the day, but I was done, I was toast. That night, I found a dive Tex Mex joint, Chouy's, and had a couple of beers and a good dinner. By God's good grace, I was alive.

That night as I got ready for bed I got to see the damage to my body. I had, and have, a bunch of large bulls eye bruises on my right upper arm, another half dozen on my inside left thigh (too close for comfort to my more critical anatomical parts,) a few on my chest and my shins look pretty crappy too. Mind you, I was wearing a heavy leather jacket. Anyone riding without a jacket and helmet would have, I suspect, lost control of their bike and be dead!

So my trip has taken on a bit of seriousness. This morning I saw the news reports of the tornados that ripped through Texas last night, a little bit north of my route. It made me realize that my vulnerability on my bike goes beyond the cars and trucks around me, the road conditions, my bike, and my skills, but to the strength and power of nature itself and how quickly things can change.

So with an eye toward the weather, tomorrow I will cross the desert with a wet cooling vest, a couple bottles of water, several wet dew rags and a very healthy respect for Mother Nature.

The expression "Ride Safe," which we all seem to say to each other, has taken on new meaning.  Seriously, ride safe!

Mike

 

 


MAY was full of events, rides, and such ... it was almost hard to choose what event to attend! But, the two events very important to me won out: Marla's Memorial Ride for Cancer and the Southern AMCA (Antique Motorcycle Club Association) event at Denton Farm Park. Both events had the threat of rain to dampen the days, but both events complete and mission accomplished in the end.

Marla's Memorial Ride in Lexington, NC

This memorial ride is named in memory of Marla K. Bennett who passed away from cancer in 2009. It has been 4 years ago today that we lost Marla. She was an inspiration to all of us who knew her. I wrote her a letter a week or so before she passed telling her that she made me want to be a better person. I hope I have kept up my end of the deal and hope that she knows just how much she changed MY LIFE ... for the good. People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I didn't get a lifetime but I got a season FULL of awesome memories of a woman who just didn't believe in giving up on herself or her friends. Thank you, Marla for always believing in me, pushing me and always making sure I would stop and look at the "other side" of situations.

Pink Ladyz, (her dear friends affectionately known as the Pink Ladyz,) have planned this charity ride for the past four years to raise funds for cancer awareness and to help find a cure for this deadly disease. The lead Pink Lady Leslie Norris must've done a serious dance worshiping the Rain Gods above as the clouds held the raindrops tight until our ride was complete. The funds collected are contributed to the Carolina Cancer Services of Davidson County and American Cancer Society. Upon arrival at the American Children's Home on Hwy 8, Lexington; we registered and geared up for a jaunt around the Lexington-Denton-Linwood rural country back roads. Pink Ladyz scattered out among our route to memorize the event in photos. In one particular video clip, a butterfly was captured on video as it flew right by the camera - as if Marla was present with us during this special day. We had thirty motorcycles to dare the weather and participate in the ride including the two escorts from the Motorcycle Division - Davidson County Sheriff's Dept. A big THANKS goes out to everyone who participated-donated-supported the cause for cancer in Marla's memory!

Southern Antique Motorcycle Club Association event in Denton, NC

All I can say is, Boy! I am spoiled to be able to climb on my motorcycle-hit the start button-and go ... it is a luxury! A friend Angie and her husband Jack from TN brought their beautiful older model Harley-Davidson motorcycles to NC to attend the AMCA event. Antique motorcycles have always intrigued me. When Cris Sommer-Simmons rode her 1915 Harley-Davidson named Effie from NC coast to CA coast in the 2012 Motorcycle Cannonball Run, I was in awe of the machine and the lady who operated and navigated her from beginning to end. BUT, when you learn what it takes to own and operate such a machine, you have a different perspective for the owner and the machine. The knowledge and creativity that goes into restoring these beautiful iron dinosaurs are amazing. You can see in some of my photos examples of the creativity and personal touches on each machine making it unique to the owner. I asked Angie what all it took to start her '72 Harley-Davidson. She named about 4 or 5 different steps and the proper order needed to just crank her motorcycle and steps to take when it's shutdown. (hence my statement earlier about
the luxury of one button) Modern technology has definitely come a loooooooong way! To those who own and restore these beautiful iron dinosaurs, thank you for keeping the past auto/motorcycle industry alive! If you want to learn more and view more, check out another event in Chesnee, South Carolina for the Antique Bikes on Main July 27-28, 2013.

When building a confidence level of riding, I often remind ladies who inquire about riding across the US that women were riding less paved roads on motors not nearly as nice as the machines we have available today. Google Effie & Avis Hotchkiss if you don't believe me! Better yet, read Cris Sommer-Simmons' book "The American Motorcycle Girls: A Photographic History Of Early Women Motorcyclists."

We've come a long way baby!! Let's Ride!!!

 

 

By Ken Small and Friends

Ken: "Hey Bobby, I am going to ride across the country this coming summer. I have tried the last three years and it hasn't worked out, but, it's rolling this year!"
Bobby: "Cool, I would like to go along, but, don’'t know if I can get that much time off."

- A couple weeks pass -

Bobby: "I can go, but, we should turn this into a way to raise some money for Lifeline's Children's Home in Haiti."
Ken: "What? Huh? OK, I guess we are supposed to take care of orphans. How will we make sure all the money goes to the kids?"
Bobby: "Why don’t we all pay for our own expenses so any money we collect can go straight to the Children's Home."
Ken: "You mean 100% goes to the kids?"
Bobby: "Yes"
Dave & Wayne: "Did we hear you guys are going across the country?"
Bobby: "Yes"
Dave: "I am in."
Wayne: "I am in, too."

And so our great adventure was born: 4 scruffy old dudes with a desire to make a difference; 8,500+ miles of riding ahead of us; Salisbury, NC to San Diego, CA to Mt. St. Helen, WA to Milwaukee, WI (Must hit the Harley Museum!), and back to Salisbury, NC; 3 Harley Davidsons (Lord help us make it across the desert) and 1Kawasaki (My bike, real bike), 4 tents, 2 CPAPS, and back braces and iron butts sure to come!

It is amazing how this small seed of an idea has grown with a little watering from the Lord. A stubborn decision (is it really a good idea to ride 8,500 miles solo?) in one man's mind has become a four man expedition with people meeting us throughout the country just to ride along to help some kids they haven't met. There is a Website www.lifeline.org\hogs, Facebook page http://www.Facebook.com\HogsForHaiti , Ride Starter Kits, T-shirts, pins, and just added - flags!

We are grateful for the motorcycling community, churches, and individuals along our route that have already offered us overnight housing, to feed us a meal, and other support. This is going to be a wonderfully long trip with a lot of opportunities to meet and make friends.

As we prepare ourselves and our bikes for the adventure, it occurs to us just how dependent we are, and will be, to make this a successful venture. We are comfortable, but, certainly not rich. We all have different skills that we'll gladly share, but, aren't the most talented. We can hold up our end of a conversation, but, aren't great communicators. What we do have is the Lord's help and we can use yours, as well. Will you join us?

 

Take a Ride, Help A Kid - The plan is to use the ride to reach out to the motorcycling community as a focal point and spark others to get involved and promote local "Hogs for Haiti" fund raising rides. These local rides can be held at any time. All you need to do is email for a packet of information mailto:hogsforhaiti@lifeline.org and go at it.

We will be touching base with updates as we go along and hope you enjoy reading about the adventure. Until next time, ride safe, love your family, and say a prayer for the Hogs For Haiti crew!

 

Mac's Speed Shop in Fayetteville, NC

by Mike Lopeman, Sandhills Region Contributing Writer/Reporter

This edition of Destinations comes from the perspective of a rider in the Sandhills of North Carolina. We welcome Mike with this his first contribution and look forward to hearing much more from him in his new column coming soon to the pages of The Carolina Rider Scene!

I know most us motorcyclists believe that it is all about the ride for that day, or the journey and sometimes the destination. No matter what the reason is that got you out in the wind, we all know you are not going to get that far without enough fuel. Whether it be high test, regular or Nitro, when you "Feel the Need For Speed," nothing else will do. Often times when things are running in synch  and the cagers are awake and alert to our presence it's too good out there and you don't want to stop for food or fuel or the bathroom for that matter. But you have to stop sometime.

I was having such a day a week or so ago, and everything was "together." I had ridden to Jacksonville to visit my nephew and the ride back here to Fayetteville was awesome. Feeling a little hungry I headed to restaurant row and saw bikes of all descriptions parked in front of a recently opened eating establishment called MAC'S SPEED SHOP. I had seen this under construction or renovation last year but had never taken the time to stop by and check it out. So, what the hell, why not?!

I noticed right away the numerous motorcycles of all brands and abundant Motorcycle-Only Parking. Upon entry I noticed they knew I was coming from the extensive variety of beers on tap (24) and nearly 300 micro brews. This is a place that can quench a thirst. It was a cool day so I decided to eat out on the patio and was able to walk out without going thru a normal door. It seems one of there trademark items is a garage door to the patio. From what the waitress told me it stays open on the cooler days.

"BEER BIKES B.B.Q" is their motto and they are pretty good at it. Don't get me wrong, it was pretty good but, I have had better. BBQ is an art form in this part of the state and the two different types (vinegar and ketchup) have lead to many spirited discussions and in some cases fist fights. With either one, MACS can hold there own. The waitress was friendly and quite knowledgeable about the history of this store and the other four in this growing endeavor. Three in the Charolette area and one in Greenville, S.C.
    So when you are in need for some fuel for the body, stop at MAC'S Speed shop. They speak the language of Motorcyclists.

 

A New Sponsor!

We would like to welcome Mac's Speed Shop to The Carolina Rider. Mac's is THE place in Charlotte to get good BBQ in a great fun atmosphere, whether it's at the downtown location or the north or south locations. Be sure to check out the Wednesday and Thursday night bike night and specials. And there's a Mac's in Greenville, SC and, as our new contributor, Mike Lopeman, shares in the DESTINATIONS column above, there's a new one in Fayetteville that you Sandhills folks'll wanna check out.

Join us at Bike Nites!

We've set some dates for BIKE NITES we plan to ride to over the next month or so and we hope you'll come join us for one or more of them that we can get to! How about this Friday come join us at Boneyard Tavern in Monroe, NC. We are planning on riding there and giving away a trip to Maggie Valley Inn, want you join us? Check out the dates of our other stops in our cover shot above.

 

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