Iron Horses

I rode up to the 9‑11‑13 ride from South Carolina to Washington, D.C., at night — alone.

This is what I saw the next morning as the sun started to rise.

At left at 6pm 9-12, arrived at 10:45 a.m. on 9‑11‑13, rolling into Washington on I‑95. 

I managed to shut the whole interstate down, but it wasn't my timing.… but by God, it did stop. They were waiting for the wreck that didn't happen

but I did my part.

That’s what we went up there to do — shut Washington down.

How?

Back tire blow out in the fast left lane I-95 at 80 mph.  

Still got the 16‑penny nail that did me in.

Note to the world: Don’t ever piss off the Bikers of America. 2 million Bikers 

September 11, 2013 — Washington, D.C.

They said we couldn’t ride through their town to honor the victims of the 9‑11 attacks and the military called to serve after. 

No permits for us… but the muzies got theirs. Bull ship

But, by God we rode any dam way. 1.2 million of us. We got their attention quick.