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What a day I have had, my day started at 00.01 when it was raining and the wind in the wrong direction caused another night moving buckets and bowls about to stop the leaks, after a while I got hacked off and decided to go to bed.
One hour later I was awake 02:15, got up took some more pain killers and went back to bed 03:15 got up went to the bath room and looked at my PC to see if any mail, 04:40 got up switched on the TV watched the news, more UK army killed in Afganistan, Australia v England on Saturday and I think NZealand are playing Wales or was it Ireland. Went back to bed now 06:00 got up time for all my pills and potions, coffee and back to bed.
Wow must be a record I got up about 09:15 had some toast and coffee fed our pet cat and fed our wild cat that lives by our back door in a flower box, sat down in front of the PC and low and behold flashing across my screen was a skype warning that KING of AMERICA was on line and wanted to say hello, as I am not proud I will talk to any QUEEN / KING or any other person of good standing.
I was so impressed that he found time to say hello and with the 7.00 hrs time difference it must have been 02: something in the USA, I can only say that CCC has got some real good guys and girls all over, it was a great thing to speak and see him for about 20/25 minutes and then I had to go. After that the rest of my day has not been so bad, sold one or two little things and made a bit of money, showed a woman my leather jackets as she wants to by one for her husband and one for the son ( not top of the range Perfecto’s but good enough for the price that I sell them for, one must eat you know! )
Its now 22:00 and I am going to sit down and watch THE UNIT and have some more coffee.
Keep the grey coming long and slow.
I took the Boss for a short but sweet ride this morning down to McLaren Vale which is a well renown wine region here in South Australia. We were not in any hurry and the low speeds allowed me to think back on the early years of my life and start to think where have the years gone. So I thought I might document a little of those years for you guys and girls to read.
I am the grandson of a WW1 vet who saw service in France and the son of a WW2 vet who saw service in New Guinea and Malaya. Because, as came later to realise, both those men in my life suffered from post traumatic stress, I had a fairly dysfunctional childhood. But having said that I will always be thankful to my father for instilling in me a love of motorcycles. I will always cherish the times I spent with him riding around the back roads on his old red Vincent.
I left school and home at the age of 15 and went to work on what was then the largest fenced in sheep station (ranch) in the southern hemisphere, Commonwealth Hill. In those days station life was bloody rough. No hot showers, OK in the summer when temps reach 50C but in winter when you had a half inch of ice on the water troughs it was a little hard. Mutton for breakfast, lunch and dinner and some of the roughest men I have ever met in my life. But, I was able to indulge in what is now my greatest passion besides my wife, kids and grandkids - motorcycles. You see, Commonwealth Hill was owned by Byron McLachlan who knew a bargain when he saw one. Just after WW2 he bought a heap of old ex army WLA Harleys. By the time I started work there there were none left going but a young English mechanic was able to restore just one from brand new parts still in boxes stored in the old workshop.
This old bike was given to me to muster sheep and do the water runs to ensure all of the water troughs were clean and full. That old bike just chugged along through the bull dust without missing a beat. I must say though in the first few weeks I spent more time falling off it than on it. I always had to ensure I had someone with me because I was unable to lift the bike on my own. I only weighed about 100 pounds wringing wet in those days.
After 12 months on Commonwealth Hill I moved to the Twins sheep station where I rode an old ex-army 350 BSA and finally Ag bikes. These new bikes were a dream. Light and easy to ride.
But my time in the bush was coming to an end. I started thinking of girls. Well we all make mistakes don't we?
I moved back to my home town Gawler, 25 miles north of Adelaide and the first thing I had to do was buy a motorbike. I didn't even have a drivers license. This was soon overcome after I went and seen the old police sargent who had caught me on many occasion driving the old man's Ford Customline before I could see over the steering wheel.
My first bike was a brand new 1972 Triumph Bonneville. It was absolutely beautiful. And the girls loved it as well. Well it wasn't long before I was hanging around with other like minded guys. Veterans of the Vietnam war were coming home and it wasn't long before the first of the outlaw motorcyle gangs were being formed. But that is a whole other story, perhaps for a later date.
Oh! by the way. If you are wondering what ever happened to that old WLA Harley, it is owned by a bloke who lives not 10 kilometres away from me and he has been fully restored it. He purchased the bike from Commonwealth Hill the year after I left there for $10.00. What would it be worth today?
Stay upright and safe everybody
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The Vietnam Veterans Mobile Wall and Tribute
By Robert (Rocker) Votrain
I am a member of the Patriot Guard Riders an organization mostly known for escorting our fallen heroes to their final resting place while riding motorcycles.
I had been informed the “Wall” was coming to Desloge for well over a month. And the Patriot Guard was going to be involved with the escort and with part of the program honoring our fallen. The “Wall” would be in Desloge from Sept. 30th to Oct. 4th with events and services scheduled every day.
The excitement of our impending mission grew through e-mails as the date grew near and I,wanting to ride with a group, scrambled to find someone from my area to ride to Potosi with. The BACA riders of Farmington asked me to ride with them but I wanted to travel a different path than they had planned to ride that day. Poppy, the former chapter President of Farmington's BACA, agreed to meet me in Bismarck. As I went to top off my tank I met Noel ,owner of Bismarck ATV and Custom Cycle, who along with his son was also going to Potosi. So now there were 4 of us. Leaving Bismarck the air was sweet and crisp traffic was light as we cruised down Highway 32 to Highway 21 to Potosi it was honestly a beautiful morning and road to ride.
When we arrived I was surprised by the turn out of motorcycles and custom cars that were going to participate in the escort. There were also several State police officers,Sheriffs, emergency vehicles and official cars lining up. As they began staging the vehicles I went to a predetermined area and waited for the opportunity to shoot a few pictures as the main body went by hoping to join in to the rear of the motorcycle procession. Finding my vantage point I shot several pictures of the lead group of vehicles, the limo carrying the Mayor of Desloge and the bikes before I hurriedly tucked the camera away and joined the tail of the group of bikes.
The procession was impressive. About 150 bikes, 10 or so custom cars and all the other vehicles, we stretched for about 4 miles. On coming traffic would pull over as we met them, people in the out lying areas came out of their homes and waved flags and cheered. We ended the escort in Desloge at the VFW Post 2426.
The Ride to “The Wall”.... October4th 2009....
Sunday just felt different. I grabbed the camera and dressed warm the morning air had a definable bite to it... Loaded the bike and headed to meet the Patriot Guard Riders in the Walmart Parking lot in Desloge for the Ride to the Wall.
Before I go any further I want to say if you are not Patriot Guard you really need to be. It is an honor to support our Heroes and those who have fallen to save our way of life. I suppose it takes a little time out of our lives but shouldn't we have a reason to ride and what a better reason than to show the world we are Patriots and support our troops.
The gathering of the local Guard brought about about 85 bikes. Some carried regular sized flags others not so much. We put or passenger pegs down as to symbolize carrying one of our fallen with us. We lined up two by two and waited for our police escort to signal it was time. We were headed for the city park where “the Wall” was assembled and displayed. Once we arrived we lined up tail light to the wall side by side about 10 or so feet in front. About 200 spectators were on hand to watch our ceremony honoring the Vietnam war fallen.
All but one bike was in this formation. The last bike was carrying the American flag a POW flag and a Patriot Guard flag. It was decorated with a Kevlar helmet and boots set in the back pegs facing backwards. Just like they used to put the boots in the stirrups of a horse backwards to show the rider had fallen in battle. As he passed we showed respect by covering our hearts and standing at attention. As a group we all walked forward and placed our right hand against the wall. The experience was so very moving. It brought tears to everyone's eyes. They played the National anthem and a prayer was given then a young girl sang a song she wrote about the Uncle she never met... Someone who had died defending our country... The group mingled with the onlookers and the Patriot Guard Riders ceremony ended...
“ All gave some... Some gave all....”
Interesting facts about “The Wall”
This version of the Wall is 180 feet long. Which is about 80% of the original Vietnam Veterans memorial wall in Washington DC. Which is 246.75 feet long, composed of 70 separate inscribed granite panels, plus 4 at the end without names; the panels themselves are 40 inches in width; the largest panels have 137 lines of names, while the shortest have one; there are five names on each line, although with new additions of names, some lines now have six; the walls are supported by 140 concrete pilings driven approximately 35 feet (some are at 20 feet) to bedrock; at the vertex the walls are 10.1 feet in height. There are 58249 Names on The Wall in Wash,DC.
The youngest Vietnam KIA is believed to be Dan Bullock at 15 years old.
The oldest person on the Wall is believed to be Dwaine McGriff at 63 years old.
At least 5 men killed in Vietnam were 16 years old. At least 12 men killed in Vietnam were 17 years old.
There are 120 persons who listed foreign countries as their home of record.
At least 25,000 of those killed were 20 years old or younger.
More than 17,000 of those killed were married.
Veterans killed on their first day in Vietnam 997 (unconfirmed)
Veterans killed on their last day in Vietnam 1,448 (unconfirmed)
Number of Chaplains on the Wall -- 16 (2 Medal Of Honor)
Number of Women on the Wall -- 8 (7 Army, 1 USAF - 7,484 served)
There are 226 Native Americans on the Memorial.
There are 22 countries represented on the Memorial.
Most common name on the Memorial "Smith" with 667 veterans.
The most casualties for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 casualties.
The most casualties for a single month was May 1968, 2,415 casualties were incurred.
(note) information taken from http://thewall-usa.com/information.asp
There were several other memorials that also travel with “the Wall”. They are a Memorial for the people who died in the towers on 911 along with the people who died in the hijacked planes. There were also memorials from the Korean war and WWII. Flags, ride pins, patches and artwork commemorating all the Wars America has fought were for sale. Also on display was a replica tiger cage where American POW's were held and tortured. And a rifle helmet and boots tribute along with dog tags of our sons, daughters, mothers, fathers who fought and died in Iraq.
Well hello from France, those of you who are reading one of my postings for the first time ( sorry ) for those of you that have read before ( you knew what you would get ).
Here we are in the 10 th month of 2009 and things are not getting any better, just to bring the probes up to speed ( legal limit ), Pam my wife and she said I could say that I am the BOSS, (it looks better) and I moved from the UK to France in 1984, changed our lifestyle and way of living ( for the better ), not really thinking about the advancing years and the problems that come, YES, got a job trucking all over Europe ( great but weeks away from home ), got a job in what you call a Truck Stop in the USA, yes I knew the Boss and family as was a client for a couple of years before starting there ( Super Job Long Hours but kept the smell of 18 wheelers in my system) Pam and I started around 1987 01 01, built up a run down shop and gas station to a thriving shop and still a good gas station ( we used to get sometimes 2 refills a day on Diesel it was a good stop for all as on the SPAIN <<>> Germany/ England route. Things went good the wages kept us going and we could slowly make are home.
THEN the SH** hit the FAN, Good BOSS sold out to a NEW BOSS, he seemed to be OK, but the bed of roses soon became bed of thorns, the wife left the job cutting down on the income, but she started working for the Gendarmerie National as a translator, but the work was like working for the army, paid you when they used you. I continued with the Bad BOSS stressing out day by day ( no I never shot the guy ) till in 2006 after 19 years went on sick leave, money was tight but after all the mist cleared and visits to the hospital, doctors and all I was put out as an Invalid, so there we go 21 years in the same job, here comes the curved ball, in France when you are 60 years old( laws at the time ) you retire in theory, so that day came 22 years and 4 months and then ZERO, you become RETIRED.
As retired your pension is based on the best 20 years wages and then this and that, fine if I had been in France and worked for 40 years all would have fell into place ( little but just enough ), but NO I started work at 15 in the UK and worked till I left the UK in 1984, so my first part of qualification in England and the French bit together would make up my pension, OH S--- the French pay out at 60 or later it depends, the English don’t depend they don’t anything till you are 65, well it don’t need a high school diploma to see 60 and 65 don’t correspond, so 60-65 little from France until 65 when England chips in, since my 60th birthday I lost nearly 700 Euro in benefits and its hard.
I have heard it said that a trouble shared is a trouble halved, so sorry by sharing it with all you I should have no PROBLEM, Thanks all for reading my ramblings and I do feel a little better for typing this morning not that will change anything, you work like a ********* all your life to find at the END you have what you started with Zero but you have gained a lot of FRIENDS.
May who or what you believe in keep you and yours