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Spirit, my steel horse

Wyld Bill — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 02:10:29 +0000

As I slowly awoke this morning the frost was thick on both the roads and the cars in the parking lot, the sun was slowly coming up as I strolled down the stairs to get my fresh milk from the doorstep. I noticed it wasn’t as cold as it looked out there today, but nonetheless it was a cold start of the day. After meeting up with a few brothers and sisters of the Sentinels we all mounted up and headed South for a wonderful ride down and around Castle Rock, CO. staying off the major highways and just taking the back roads by the reigns. As we winded in and around the turns and through the straightaways we finally found ourselves in Castle Rock begging our Road Capt., for some food. After which we headed back North to the city via 85 where we split off as most of our crew headed West to another brother’s home for a pit stop. The rest of us, kept going North back to town. The scoots must of known we were heading that way cause they were rather ansi at getting back to the stables.

As I’m heading home during the final stretch, past the congestion interstates that plaque our lands, I heard a quiet whisper over the purring of the pipes… at first I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, so I looked around to see if someone was yelling at me on the road or if I heard music or whatever, but then I heard it again a few miles down the road, this time a little louder….

I … S P I R I T…

My Scoot finally spoke to me and told me her name…
I’m so proud of my steel horse.

The Sleeping Giant

Wyld Bill — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 20:27:29 +0000

Happy New Year World!
After my wonderful trip to Yuma AZ the weekend before Christmas 2009 with my Harley and the Sentinel Nation, I was plagued with not having the ability to ride, mostly because of the snow that’s been packed down on the side roads… if only we drove that truck 2 more hours I woulda had a chance to ride during my time off during the last week of 2009…….. BUT I was determined to get my scoot home for multiple reasons, one of em being, here in Longmont we don’t get as much snow as folks down in Denver which means I can still go riding when they are gripping about not being able to cause of the snow. New Years Eve came and went and on New Years Day I awoke without a hangover, thank goodness, and set out to take my bike home from another man’s cave!

With the help of my three brothers all from other mothers we accomplished getting my scoot out of another man’s cave, up a ramp to the back of a pickup truck and down to the local gas station where the parking lot was dry.

I love my scoot, and I will do whatever it takes to get it home, but I think from this point forward I will be with it all the time.

SMC Rockies Ride

Wyld Bill — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 17:47:18 +0000

August 16th, 2009, the Sentinel Nation embarked on a journey like no other. We met up for some breakfast in the beautiful town of Morrison where we shared our thoughts and good eats. Upon finishing our meals we saddled up for an adventure that was truly awesome, it was a ride through Estes Park, then all the way up to the top of Trail Ridge Summit. Though it’s the middle of August when the heat is the highest around here, it was awfully cold on top of Trail Ridge. Seeing that we were above the Tree Line and there was snow lower than us. After saddling back up we proceeded down through the ridge and on into Grand Lake where we ate a late lunch and drank some liquids. After about an hour of resting we again saddled up and head down to Winter Park where they were having a POW / MIA Bike Rally. We didn’t stay, and in-fact we didn’t even stop, maybe we should have, but again this trip was a “riding trip”. After leaving Winter Park we continued on down the path towards I-70 where most of the pack broke off and headed back to Denver while others continued onward towards Breckenridge to visit with another SMC member who opened up his home with food and drink and fellowship.

Those of us that headed East on I-70 met up with stop-n-go traffic as soon as we got onto I-70. Then just as you think we are almost down out of the mountian, Good-Old Floyd Hill had yet another supprise for us. Traffic dead stop for 20 minutes.

During all this I had the great pleasure of having my brother-n-law join in on our ride. Thanks to Sarge for allowing us to borrow his Heritage H-D for Andy to ride. He had a blast, was smiling from ear to ear all the way around. Such fun times. I wish more of my friends would take the riders course and get a bike. It’s a whole different life. A life I’m very proud to be apart of. – Can’t wait for the next trip that happens at the end of August 2009.