Ride to the Flags
On the tenth anniversary of the attack upon the World Trade center and Pentagon, I was honored to have ridden with, by my estimation, a couple thousand other riders, to collectively remember that horrific day. It was an excellent and well executed ride through the Protrero canyon starting from Point Magu Naval Base and finishing at Pepperdine University where, they had 2,977 flags set up to honor each of those innocent victims of that terrible day. It was an excellent ride… but this post isn’t about the ride. It’s about the collective heart that went into it.
Too often we are consumed by our narrow and isolated lives and our efforts are put into satisfying our own personal needs. Charity, nurturing the collective human spirit, and efforts in the name of someone else, are rarely executed. Yet when this country experiences such a devastating event as the attacks, we are brought together as one to stand and shake our collective fist at those who would dare to bring us harm. Such was the case on 9-11-11.
The ceremony, the reading of letters sent by fallen soldiers to their families, the beautiful singing of our national anthem, the 21-gun salute, all brought me, and a couple thousand tough “bikers” to tears. I’m not ashamed to say that I did in fact cry as I heard Taps played on the bugle by a uniformed soldier. I love my country and whenever I am witness to an outpouring of love it just gets me.
As for the ride…
Dubbed The Ride to the Flags the event is a volunteer based ride intended to benefit charity (see the website to learn more) and is host to a couple thousand bikes. Staging was at the Naval base where security was well-managed (because it was a military base after all), the bikes were stacked 4-deep for as far as you could see and was lead by the Patriot Guard Riders through Protrero canyon and onto the Pepperdine campus. I was initially concerned about ability to lead such a large number of bikes through the narrow mountain roads but I’ll be honest, it was so damn well-executed I am left incredibly impressed.

Along the rout were road leaders managing the line of bikes, managing intersections, and at times taking some risks to make sure the rest of us were safely guided through the canyon. Everyday people were on the roadside waving flags, cheering, saluting, and watching as we rode by. Parents were out there with their kids and traffic stopped to let us by. Again… I’m impressed. I will most certainly make sure to take the same ride again next year.
Here are a handful of photos we took on that awesome day.
And finally, I want to thank my dear friend Nickie for riding with me and standing next to me as I cried like a child during all the ceremony.
More later…







