Memorial Ride

Quite a few people came out. Several clubs joined including out of state charters. They host club, which was the Wingman MC's Western NC chapter, did the traditional pulled pork shoulder barbecue of this region. 

Beer was free and provided by Patch: he had a kitchen refrigerator in his shop he kept full of Natty Light to share with his customers. They brought his old beer over and served it to his friends. A proper wake, really.

I won't post pictures of anyone or of the clubhouse as I don't have permission and that can be sensitive. I was impressed with their leadership and their performance as hosts both. The rules of the road they set were focused on the safety of the riders. They held a brief prayer at the beginning of the ride for safety and fellowship. They had arranged both firefighter units and two deputies to control key intersections to avoid problems during the ride. Their president's speeches were brief, authoritative, and appropriate.

They had a nice little clubhouse down on a creek in the mountains. There was a grand firepit they'd built by cutting the domed top off a big old 1/2in. steel cylinder, which they tilted on a bed of stones back towards the sitting area by the creak so it reflected the warmth of the fire. As is very common with MCs, there were a lot of children present and at least as many women as men: the ethic of the culture draws a lot of women, who find the association one of protection and safety, which are exactly the qualities that also inspire procreation. I really enjoyed watching the happy children playing in the creek.

A very nice afternoon. It was beautiful, too, as if God smiled on the event. Today the heavy rains have come in from the West, and then it will get cold again; but yesterday was as fine as a day in April can be. 

He would have enjoyed it himself, or an event like it: he was too humble have wanted anyone to throw him a party as its guest of honor, but he would have enjoyed attending a party like this.