CBA of Raleigh

2011

Sun, 02 Jan 2011 19:30:00 +0000

Happy new year! I hope 2011 is a great year for everyone. I am J.T. Boone, your Raleigh CBA chapter president for 2011. I am glad to be back after a few years away in the military. I will be doing my best to keep this chapter growing and successful. I have completely updated the website, and don't forget we have a Facebook! Feel free to contact me for any reason. You can find my contact information on our officers page, or contact info page. Thanks for being interested in motorcyclist rights!

Patriot Guard Riders

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:26:08 +0000

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G10T_Ih222E

A mouse trap in the house....

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:59:36 +0000

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning:

There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,"Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him,

"There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said

"There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap..alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,

so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main Ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great Sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn't concern you,

remember --

when one of us is threatened, we are ALL at risk.

We are ALL involved in this journey called life.

We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

REMEMBER.......

EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;

OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.

Friends VS. Biker Friends

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 02:19:46 +0000

Friends: Never ask for food
Biker Friends: Are the reason you have no food.

Friends: Will say "hello"
Biker Friends: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.

Friends: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
Biker Friends: Call your parents mom and dad.

Friends: Have never seen you cry.
Biker Friends: Cry with you.

Friends: Will eat at your dinner table and leave
Biker Friends: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being
together

Friends: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
Biker Friends: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

Friends: know a few things about you.
Biker Friends: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

Friends: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
Biker Friends: Will kick the whole crowds' ass that left you.

Friends: Would knock on your door.
Biker Friends: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

Friends: Are for a while.
Biker Friends: Are for life.

Please Look Twice Video

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 22:39:34 +0000

Check out this motorcycle awareness video. Think we could get it aired in the US?

True Story

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 19:28:21 +0000

From: Lowry, William P CIV

Sent: Wednesday, October 25, 2006 8:41 AM

Subject: FW: True Story

Great story - worth your time.

Respectfully,

Bill Lowry

NC State Captain

Patriot Guard Riders

Tale of Six Boys

Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, WI. where I grew up,
to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories
back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable. On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo
Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous
photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II.

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a
solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?"
I told him that we were from Wisconsin. "Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads,
and I will tell you a story." (James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who has since passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C., but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)

"My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote
a book called "Flags of Our Fathers" which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story
of the six boys you see behind me.

"Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an
all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called "War." But it didn't turn out to be a game.

Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say
that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old.

(He pointed to the statue) "You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took
Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a
photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men.

"The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero
of all these guys. They called him the "old man" because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would
motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'

"The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo
Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 ten years after this picture was taken.

"The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy.
His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop
General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night. Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

"The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where
I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in
Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back. My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press.

"You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a
photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain.

"When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told
my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'"

"So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national
heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time."

Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to
life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at
great sacrifice. Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars
in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice.

REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free is a blessing.

Throwing a helmet at the problem...

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 03:14:32 +0000

Yo All Y'all:

Thought you'd appreciate this note I received from Fast Fred... apparently Deuce is responding to a letter to the editor in the local news...

doc ski

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Well, I felt compelled to answer the Greenville News.

DEUCE

DIXIE THUNDER

----- Original Message -----

From: JIM BRONDER

To: letters@greenvillenews.com

Sent: Thursday, August 24, 2006 9:35 PM

Subject: Motorcycle Fatalities Rise

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

In your article, motorcycle fatalities rise, you mention the word helmet 10 times. You, like others, have the belief that the helmet is the cure all for this problem. In reaching that conclusion and preaching it, you feel you have done your duty, go home pleased and sleep well. The opposite should be true. You are diverting the attention that should be spent on stopping the accident from happening in the first place. It is too late if a helmet is required. Flesh, arms, legs, body parts as well as lives are spread far and wide across this beautiful state and not because of helmets but for the accident itself. You failed to say that other than single vehicle accidents all the deaths were from automobile drivers violating the motorcycles Right Of Way, or even more incredible, the motorcycle being run over from behind. You failed to say that the penalties for such actions are minimal. When those accidents occur the usual story is that the biker did not have a helmet on. Well then, it must be the bikers fault. In Myrtle beach this year, a motorcyclist was run over from behind and the driver drug the motorcycle four miles before the police could get him to stop. The newspaper reporter defended the driver of the vehicle by saying that with that many motorcycles around he just snapped. Motorcycles can cause you to do that.

It is an insult to the motorcycle community to do nothing but throw a helmet at the problem. If citizens were being shot at the rate motorcycle riders are being killed, what would you suggest they all wear bullet proof vests, I think not. There would be an outcry to find the perpetrators. It is no different in the motorcycle fatalities problem. There are perpetrators and that is the lack of motorcycle awareness and education. I believe you will not see one question about motorcycle awareness on a drivers test. You will not see one bill board about motorcycles on a highway. On the other hand, tens of thousands of dollars are being spent on, click it or ticket. DUI you can't afford it, child car seats and share the road with bicycles. There is no mention in drivers education classes of looking for or what to do when they see a motorcycle. Of all the information I've seen in high schools it's from, guess who, our friends from the insurance institute about helmets. All the money If any, is being spent on helmet campaigns which have nothing to do with solving the problems. In case you do not know, bikers die with helmets on too. So, bottom line, if you think by throwing the helmet word around you have done your part and eased your conscience, you better get a sleep aid. All you have done is to put another road block for those of us trying really fix the problem. Only in the helmet issues do people focus on the effect and not the cause.

If you are truly concerned about motorcycle fatalities, are you willing to require severe penalties for the killers of bikers when they kill them and use the, 'Oh I didn't see them officer, defense? Are you willing to go to the legislature and make the changes in the driving tests, permits, safety manuals, laws and driver education programs? Would you support a motorcycle awareness program? Will you even admit that a biker has the right to exist? See how easy it is to just say, lets just make them wear a helmet. You can do that and indeed you have done that. No where to go now except talk about the maimed, paralyzed and those enduring catastrophic injuries. OOOPS, for that you may have to think outside the helmet. With your mind set, you may not be able to do that but please don't hurt those of us who can.

Thank You

But You Didn't See Me!

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 15:13:53 +0000

But, You Didn't See Me!

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection
plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on
the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.

But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on
his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me. Because, I
died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker,......A person with friends and a family.

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