On Friday, I think all of these motorcycles could have found a million things to do.
But on Friday, we were all united with one purpose. To support a fellow H.O.G member in the difficult time of losing her mother.
As we headed out, I'm sure we were all thinking of things we could be doing at home.
I know my thoughts were on the laundry I still needed to complete.
Others were probably considering dinner.
Or what a nice day it was for a ride.
And how nice it was to not be bundled like penguins.
But in the end, we arrived with somber faces in somber moods.
And made an already full hall burst to the seams with people.
Love or hate bikers, we're there for each other, even if we don't know you.
FFR
