Please understand this message is a little long and if you do read the entire message, thank you.
I want to first start off by saying i am sorry that i have been away from the game for 2 weeks now and neglecting my duties as an admin. As some of you already know, I am big into Harley Davidson motorcycles. I love riding them and feeling the air in my face....it relaxes me after a hard day or hard week at work.
Some of you know that I ride for an motorcycle club called Thin Blue Line LEMC, which is a law enforcement motorcycle club. I have been with this family for years in Houston, Texas and then when i moved to Florida, I stated another chapter. Every year in July, we as a family celebrate our birthday in the hill country of Texas, about 80 miles west of San Antonio, TX.
during the days of July 15th through the 19th, I rode my back from SW Florida to west Texas to attend our birthday celebration. On Saturday July 18th, 2020 there was a ride of around 35 members who decided to go out and enjoy the nice sunny day and do some sightseeing. I was on this ride in formation (lined up number 4th in the pack) up to about two minutes before my brothers left. For some strange reason, I agreed with a friend of mine from the Louisianan chapter to take a shorter route and go grab some lunch with him and two other members from my Florida Chapter. Why I agreed to jump out of formation and go on a shorter ride I will never know because everyone who knows me, knows I like to ride and the distance never bothers me, but I did jump formation and go on a shorter ride with a few friends of mine. A little after 12pm that day , the larger group was coming back to our camp grounds when an illegal immigrant came in to their lane head on and killing the first three brother of mine on impact and critically injuring 4 other brothers of mine and their wives.
For the first time in my life, I was scared to get back on my bike. But i knew I had to because I had to lead my chapter back from west Texas to SW Florida....a 1500 mile trip. one part of my ride back I was going through the state of Louisianan and I stated noticing people driving by my formation honker their horns and waving at us. It brought tears to my eyes as this took place because it gave me hope and it let me know that I had some type of angel watching over me on that Saturday and on my ride back to Florida.
Now I am flying to Chicago to bury two of my brothers this coming up week and it is another trip I do not want to make because I have been to too many funerals in my life time with the Marine Corp and now my TBL family. I am hurting, but i know in time I will be OK and I soon will be back on my bike.
Some of my family has asked me to not get back on my bike, but i have explained to them that if i should die due to an accident on my bike, just know that I went out a happy person and I was doing the one thing i love most in this world and that is riding my bike.
I will try to get back on some time this weekend just to be around some people that i enjoy.
I am going to post two article on this message about the accident. One is from fox news (the link) and the other is a tribute from another rider in Atalanta that is on you tube. you can watch them if you want to....that is up to you.