The Winter Months Take Thier Toll


 

Pig Writes

 

 

Greetings to all my fine friends and companions.

 Got a Light?

Has the winter months been getting you down?

 

Did you NOT get everything you wanted for Christmas?

 

Did the 49’ers loss in the Super Bowl put you into a state of depression?

 

Or maybe you have a touch of the cabin fever?

 

Let me guess: Your girl friend just dumped you so she wouldn’t have to buy you a Valentines Gift?

 

Stop all that flubbering.  Put down that bag of Cheetos.  Dry your eyes and blow your nose.  Because I have great news just for you. 

 

We are 4 days and a wake up from a great event.  It is an event so powerful it will change your life.

 

Are You Ready For This?

 

It is now 4 days till the St. Valentines Day Massacre.

 

Yeap. Starting this Friday and running until Sunday there will be 3 days of pure biker partying.  And let me tell you buddy; this is one rally I am pumped up for.

 

I want you to make plans to be there, because come rain or shine we are gonna tear it up and I want you to be there standing (or leaning) right next to me.

 So come on down to South Texas for a party you will not soon forget. (Unless you wake up that way)

I’ll be back soon with more details.

 

Ride HARD or Stay Home.

 

Pig

 

Words Out Of My Mouth Update


Pig writes:

Well, as you already have read on my previous post, Rainman and I attended a Super Bowl Party with the wounded warriors hosted by the Wounded warriors Roadtrip Network. While we were there, I was having a great time meeting all those warriors, however, I was still on a mission of my own that night. I had a new pick-up line to try out with the ladies (check out my last post: Words out of my mouth). I played it cool at first while I scanned the crowd for a few potential targets. I used my time wisely by tossing back a couple glasses of liquid courage along with the warriors.

I was a pig on the prowl, checking to see who was available and what my chances could be. I had to be careful in the selection process. After all, when it comes to the hot steamy love side of me – everything has to be perfect. My reputation as a lady killer must always remain high. I had everything going in my favor, devilishly handsome, very Sauvé and Rainman’s credit card in my pocket.

I decided Megan, our waitress, was the one I wanted. I saw her at the bar picking up an order. This was my chance, my one shot at ultimate glory. I jumped down from our table, headed over to her and shimmed up onto the bar. I wasted no time in bringing home a solid delivery.

“Hi Megan”
“Is there something I can help you with sir?
Yeah, answer me this. On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
“Huh, what?”
I repeated my line once more; “on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”
“Ahh, I don’t think so, thanks anyway.”

Will you marry me?

Shot down and rejected, I was crushed so bad, I felt my chin drag across the bar. I looked back at the table. The warriors watching gave me (3) eights on my performance.

Hmmmm, this is no time to give up. I had my reputation at stake; I could not be a failure in front of those warriors, they were depending on me. I think they needed to see me score as much as I needed to score. I rolled up my sleeves to get this job done and spotted my next target. (Big Duke Six, Big Duke Six, we have acquired target bearing two niner zero. One hot brunette, get your people back and your heads down. She is all mine!) I slid down the bar to where she was standing doing an interview with one of the patrons.  When I first spotted her I didn’t realize she was a news reporter working on a story. She turned to me, smiled and said “Hello”.   I smiled back, ready to try my line on the news reporter.
Cherie stuck her microphone in my face and asked me what I thought of the party?    I responded “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”
She said “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”
I repeated my line, only this time I said the line while I gave her my devilish grin. I could see out of the corner of my eye the little red light on the camera shaking from the cameraman laughing at me.

“Oh Hell No” she said, smacking me across the bar with her microphone.
I picked myself up off the bar and dusted off, “Damm it, that sucked” I said to no one in particular. I looked back over to the warriors, this time the judging warriors gave me a seven, eight, and a seven. (Ahh Big Duke, I may have a tail fire here, I took some heavy fire on that last pass) I refused to give it up. Failure is not an option for me, I gave it one more try.

I went over to Jennifer. This time I pulled out all the stops, there would be no holding back this time. I decided to use my best impersonation of Meatloaf in the delivery.
“Hey Jennifer, on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”
There was no answer. She just looked at me. So just in case she didn’t hear me the first time, I repeated myself.

She never said one word to me.

(Mayday, Mayday, Big Duke, We are going down, repeat, we are going down!)

Even though, as I walked back to the table, my score improved when I received (3) tens from the judges. I came to terms that I needed to come up with a new pick-up line. I tilted back another cold one to drown the burning flames in my heart. Our waitress Megan came by to see if she could bring us another round. She saw how hurt I was and gave me a quick hug. Feeling better, I asked her if that meant I still had a chance with her. “Forget it Pig Boy, You blew it with that corny line of yours. Work on it and then we will see. She trotted away to get us another round, I turned to the boys and gave them a thumbs up!.  They in turn,   smiled back and gave me three thumbs down.

Oh don’t worry, I’ll be fine, Megan did give me a kiss goodnight when I left the bar.

Super Bowl Sunday


Ray writes:

 

As a writer, I am always looking for new inspiration to write or blog about.  And last weeks Super Bowl Sunday looked like it had a strong possibility for some fresh and new ideas.  While everyone else would be writing or commenting on things like which team had the most first downs or Madonna’s performance during the half-time show, I decided I would go a different route this year.  Pig & I attended the Super Bowl party over at the Long Bar hosted by the Warriors Roadtrip Network for our wounded warriors. 

 

Being a Biker, I have always been a patriot of our country, a supporter of our military, and I always wear our nation’s colors with pride.  As Pig & I made ourselves at home at the party, it was easy to talk with our wounded warriors.  Of course with Pig hanging around, it’s not hard to start mingling with people you don’t know.  Pig makes a great ice breaker when you have him sitting on your shoulder as most people open up with “What’s up with the pig?”

 

It became an honor to be able to sit & spend some time with some real life, true American heroes.  

 

Heroes like Dwayne.

Dwayne served 26 years in the intelligence division of the USFA.  He couldn’t tell me about the secret missions he was on during his career; he just said that he was mostly TDY out of Tinker AFB.  Dwayne now suffers from a disincarnating disk in his back which causes pinched nerves in his back.  This condition makes it hard for him to stand or sit for long period of time and is a result of his time served in the military.  In his retired life before his lungs gave out, Dwayne worked as a patriotic clown doing shows wherever and was once on the Tony Orlando show in Branson MO.  We were blessed to have Dwayne recite the Pledge of Allegiance for us.  He recited it the way that Red Skelton used to, making it personal and full of meaning.

 

Then there was the young lady I met, she still serves in the army after her husband was wounded in Iraq 2 years ago, recovered from his injuries, and went to Afghanistan for a tour… only to be KIA over there.

 

I met a couple of soldiers who walked with limps and I met several who didn’t seem to have anything wrong with them at all (on the outside).  But on the inside, their minds have to deal with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (P.T.S.D.) every single day

 

I guess what really brought the war home to me is when I met a young man in his mid twenties by the name of Mario.  Mario was on tour in Afghanistan when the vehicle he was riding in was blown up by an I.E.D.  As a result of the explosion, he lost his right eye and right arm, his left hand has only two little nubs left for fingers and his face and arms are covered in burn scars.  Although permanently disabled, for Mario, everyday is a blessing to cherish.

 

As I sat there with those soldiers I learned a few things about them other than just their injuries.  You may not have noticed but we have all seen them before.  The older guys, well, they are the ones who live just a few blocks away from your house.  The younger ones are not only our sons and our daughters; but they grew up as the kid down the street from our homes.  You remember them from when we watched them play sports; they even went to the same schools as our children did. 

 

When they grew up and became men and women, they made a choice to accept the job to protect not only our borders but to protect our freedoms as well.  If it was not for brave soldiers such as these men and women, I could not enjoy the freedom to write and say what I feel.  They preserve what our founding fathers created for us.  I was humbled at the opportunity to sit in the presence of these real American heroes.  These young men and women fought our nation’s battles and they continue to serve even today. 

 

For most of these young heroes, the war may never be over for them.  The scars they bear and the pain from their wounds will never go away.  We owe them much and yet they ask so little of us. All they ask for is our respect and to remember what it is they have done for each and every one of us.  It makes them feel good knowing that people are out there doing things for them, such as the Warriors Road Trip, and that we still care about them.

 

Before I left the party, I walked up to each of them and shook their hand.  I wanted them to know I was proud of them for serving me.  I told each one that I would sleep better knowing the name and faces of those who protect my family from the dangers of those who wish to take my peace away.

 

In closing I would like to add Psalm 23:4  Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me; Thy rod and Thy staff comfort me.  Words and protection given to us by God.  Insured by the US military.