Several members along the way, many of them new, have professed their involvement with this fine organization, loosely organized that it is, and I am no exception.
Except for one thing -- while I regularly get email notices from missions in Missouri, I am ashamed to say that I'd never attended even one mission.
Until yesterday.
I rode up to Macon, MO yesterday afternoon (freezing my ass off in the process) to take part in a funeral not for a member of the military lost in combat, or a veteran who had passed, or in acknowledgement and accompaniment of an Honor Flight. No, I took part in a funeral of a fellow PGR rider who was killed in a vehicle accident
on his way to a mission.
I was honored and humbled to take part in this effort. There were well over 100 PGR members there and all of them traveled a good distance to be there and acknowledge "one of our own."
The PGR is a group of fiercely independent, proud patriots who go out of their way to honor those who have fallen in combat or who have passed on after having served a chunk of their lives for their Nation and Community.
God Bless the PGR.
With that said, and heartfully meant, here's my next heartfelt statement:
**** you, Phelps and the WBC. You are not worthy to inhale the exhaust stink off of the 1954 panhead I saw yesterday, but I certainly hope to do to rid the country of your presence.
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