I was driving in Iowa today and one of the electronic signs had the title of this post on it. Then the next one just said watch for motorcycles. Then I get online and see that it is only 51 days till the start of this years Run For The Wall. Man I cannot wait, 45 days until I head to Colorado to meet up with Shore Party and Sage Owl for our trip to California. Motorcycles are everywhere. I even saw a robin in Illinois yesterday, so it is spring time. Ride safe everyone, and all my friends that drive trucks remember most of these riders are just getting the feel for riding again after a long winter. If any of you see me and good old Clyde on the road remember that I have not ridden in almost two years so take extra pity on me. By the time I get to California the wheels will feel right I hope, but it has been a long time since I rode.
For those of you getting ready for the run, hydrate, and walk a lot. Man was made to walk, and it gets everything working like it is supposed to.
MOTORCYCLES are everywhere. In the last two weeks I have seen hundreds of bikes, and a lot looked like they were practicing formation riding. Good Good Good. Practice makes perfect, and even though the Run has this down to a science, practice is a good thing.
Bounce
P.S. that using signals for lane changes is a good idea too.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Shout Out to Glen Jones and the All night truckstop on Sirius 147 and XM 171
Last night I again called in to Glen Jones' radio show. Jonsee as he is known by the Road Dogs is a great guy. He lets me call in now and again and advertise for Run for the Wall. Last night he gave me almost twenty minutes of precious air time. Thanks Glen, I know you do not have to let me talk, but it is important to get the word out and get the trucks to like us. I mean even though we will be over a thousand strong when we leave Rancho Cucamunga, all it takes is one disgruntled trucker and every one has a bad day.
Too the bikers that are heading out to practice riding for the run, and eventually, like in about fifty days, heading to California to join the run remember give the trucks more room when you pass them. A GOOD RULE OF THUMB IS MAKE SURE YOU CAN SEE THE TOP OF THE TRAILER IN YOU MIRRORS BEFORE MOVING IN FRONT OF A TRUCK this gives them room and time to react in case you screw up or your bike quits... bike verses truck accidents, unless you are real lucky always have a bad end. I know that is how I got the road name bounce, I was really lucky, or God wanted me around longer for some reason. Either way if on a bike respect the trucks.
For my trucker friends, remember bikes are quicker and stop faster than you do. Air horns tend to scare us, even if you are just waving, and believe me when I say that when you are passing the pack we know you are there. All you have to do is stay in the center of your lane (as Krazy Karl says that center rumble strip is full of little missiles and even though you think you are giving the bikes more room really you are just throwing things at them to duck, and since quite a few of our riders especially Krazy have at least one purple heart they do not duck well) and keep moving past us. We for the most part are going five miles per hour under the posted speed limit so if you can do the speed limit, do it for the length of the pack and get by us. If you need a hole to get to the shoulder use your blinker, the bikes will give you room to get over. Or break for Krazy or Bounce let us know where the problem is and we will get a road guard to it to help you out as quick as we can.
Drive and ride safe....less than fifty days WOW
Thanks again Glen
Too the bikers that are heading out to practice riding for the run, and eventually, like in about fifty days, heading to California to join the run remember give the trucks more room when you pass them. A GOOD RULE OF THUMB IS MAKE SURE YOU CAN SEE THE TOP OF THE TRAILER IN YOU MIRRORS BEFORE MOVING IN FRONT OF A TRUCK this gives them room and time to react in case you screw up or your bike quits... bike verses truck accidents, unless you are real lucky always have a bad end. I know that is how I got the road name bounce, I was really lucky, or God wanted me around longer for some reason. Either way if on a bike respect the trucks.
For my trucker friends, remember bikes are quicker and stop faster than you do. Air horns tend to scare us, even if you are just waving, and believe me when I say that when you are passing the pack we know you are there. All you have to do is stay in the center of your lane (as Krazy Karl says that center rumble strip is full of little missiles and even though you think you are giving the bikes more room really you are just throwing things at them to duck, and since quite a few of our riders especially Krazy have at least one purple heart they do not duck well) and keep moving past us. We for the most part are going five miles per hour under the posted speed limit so if you can do the speed limit, do it for the length of the pack and get by us. If you need a hole to get to the shoulder use your blinker, the bikes will give you room to get over. Or break for Krazy or Bounce let us know where the problem is and we will get a road guard to it to help you out as quick as we can.
Drive and ride safe....less than fifty days WOW
Thanks again Glen
Old Fart Makes his last Run For The Wall
S/SGT VANCE CARLISLE SCOTT AKA Old Fart
RFTW will celebrate Vance’s life on May 15, 2011 at 5:00PM in Rancho
Cucamonga at the Hilton Gardens in the meeting rooms. Please join us and
share your stories & memories of Vance.
Vance will begin his final RFTW Mission to the Wall on May 18, 2011 with
the RFTW family as his Escorts/Road Guards.
Vance had a smile that once you were on the receiving end
of it you never forgot neither it nor that little devilish
twinkle he always had in his eyes.
Ride with the Angels my brother.
Freedom is not Free. I knew Vance as Old Fart, he was a great guy. As a rider on Run for The Wall I probably made him mad more than once, since he was a road guard for this ride. I don't mean to make road guards mad, I just have so much to do I tend to forget that they are there to me and the other riders.
Vance there on tribute page 8. Thanks to my younger Brother, Bob Shoreparty, for posting this tribute. All my heroes are passing. I think that might mean I am getting older just wish it meant I was getting wiser.
RFTW will celebrate Vance’s life on May 15, 2011 at 5:00PM in Rancho
Cucamonga at the Hilton Gardens in the meeting rooms. Please join us and
share your stories & memories of Vance.
Vance will begin his final RFTW Mission to the Wall on May 18, 2011 with
the RFTW family as his Escorts/Road Guards.
Vance had a smile that once you were on the receiving end
of it you never forgot neither it nor that little devilish
twinkle he always had in his eyes.
Ride with the Angels my brother.
Freedom is not Free. I knew Vance as Old Fart, he was a great guy. As a rider on Run for The Wall I probably made him mad more than once, since he was a road guard for this ride. I don't mean to make road guards mad, I just have so much to do I tend to forget that they are there to me and the other riders.
Vance there on tribute page 8. Thanks to my younger Brother, Bob Shoreparty, for posting this tribute. All my heroes are passing. I think that might mean I am getting older just wish it meant I was getting wiser.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
2007 Dodge Charger Police Package by Edmunds' Inside Line
In about 60 or so days I will be encountering many cars like this. No they won't be chasing me, I will be following them. Missouri Police use these chargers a lot, and the escort Run For the Wall for two days across Missouri in a rolling road block. They are a great bunch of guys, and they work hard. I would like to take the time now to thank them all.
Bounce
Friday, March 11, 2011
This post is important for so many reasons
Normally I have a lot to say, and most of the time it is more for me than anyone else. Today I read something that touched me in a way that I have not been touched for a long time. The last time I felt this way was in 2007 when I rode the Missing Man Formation for Run For The Wall on the leg from Ludlow, CA to Needles, CA. Anyway some of you that read this and follow it already know that Bob Shoreparty Talley is my younger Brother. He is the guy that originally talked me into doing Run For The Wall. He is also a computer Genius, and I of course am not. He makes up the Central Route Specific Web page, and it is pretty much an intense labor of love on his part. Anyway he called me this morning and told me to read one of the tributes on that page. So I went to rftw.org, clicked on route specific web sites, and then clicked on Central Route 2011, then as directed I clicked on page 6 of the tributes posted there. What I read was a story of why one of our riders (I have never met this man, I believe he was a FNG last year, and may even be a Southern Route rider, but that does not matter, I believe as most do in the thought "One Mission, two routes", Any way I copied Toothless' words and am going to post them below. Warning before reading if in a public place get your sunglasses on, or wait until you are alone, because as simple as this man's story is, it will get to you.
To Toothless, thank you again, I cut and pasted your words exactly as you posted them on the forum, and although I did not ask your permission to place them here I hope you understand that this blog,although not dedicated to the Run (once again the writer is) mostly pertains to the Run, and to the readers, in the next 67 days I will be posting more and more about the Run and for my trucking friends I will be giving you heads up on where to watch for riders heading to California. So now with a big thanks I am going to try and click the paste button and make this work. In a later post I will put the link in because the art work Shoreparty added to this is as priceless as the story itself is.
Posted in the General discussion forum on the rftw.org pages is the following story of why Toothless is riding (and I agree with Shoreparty it is also why I and most others do this run every year....till they all come home) Thanks Toothless:
This was something that’s been going through my mind since reading the article
in the post titled “The Things That Carried Him”, it finally came into my thick skull, of just who I was riding for.
I had told myself it was for a school friend that was killed before I graduated from high school. He and I weren't really close but his brother was my age and we were good friends. I had also told myself it was for the guys killed in the Phu Bi area north of Da Nang. These men were killed during the Tet offensive of 1968 when a rocket exploded on their compound.
I was stationed in Da Nang with MCB9 (Mobile Construction Battalion) from Sept 67 until March of 68. I was on my duty site in the shops area one morning, when my company Platoon Chief came up to me and ask me “What have you done now, Middleton?” with a stern look on his face. My mouth dropped a foot and I just stared at him for what seemed like several minutes at the time, but it was just a second or two. The chief, with hands on his hips, said “Well you've gone and done it now!” He finally smiled and said you got a new duty assignment. The reason that this took me by surprise was because I had learned just three days before that I was going to be assigned to Phu Bi with the next detachment that was scheduled to leave in the next couple of days. As I stood there with this deer in the headlights look on my face, the chief told me I needed to report the battalion XO asap.
I cleaned off what oil and grease I could and reported to the X O’s office. I still didn't realize what was going on until he told me that I was to pack my gear and be ready to be on the tarmac at DaNang AFB at 0500 the next morning.
Before I had joined the battalion and while in transit I had put down on a form that they give you while you’re in between duty assignments, called a dream sheet. This sheet lists what types of units you would prefer to be assigned to according to your rating. Of course being as I was assigned to a battalion, that was my last choice. My preference was a smaller scale unit. I was to fly back to the states and take up my new assignment. I had been with the battalion at this time for seven months in country. I followed his orders and spent the rest of
the day turning in gear and packing all my belongings to be shipped home.
The next morning there was a driver to take me to the airstrip. After checking in at the base I was instructed to make my way out on the tarmac to a spot where I was to wait for boarding the C141 that was to be my ride back to the world. There was another Sea Bee from another unit waiting when I got to the area. This guy was sitting on his sea bag and looked up at me and said, “Have a seat. Think it will be a little while before they let us board the plane,” as they where
just starting to load the cargo.
We stared talking just to pass the time and tell each other why we were there. We were far enough away from the plane that we really couldn't tell what they were loading. The only light was from the rear cargo lights and the lights from the forklift being used. As we were sitting there, a Navy lieutenant walked up and was to be the third passenger on the plane. A few minutes after the officer joined us, they were finishing up the loading and the plane’s loadmaster came and said we could board now. We gathered our gear, went to the plane and entered through the ramp. The loadmaster told us to take any of the jump seats we wanted on either side of the plane and as far forward as we could go. The other sailor and I went down one side of the cargo and the Lieutenant went down the opposite side. We finally sat down just a few
feet from the cockpit.
We were visiting and not paying that much attention to our urroundings and by the time we had found a seat and put our gear down the back
ramp was coming up and we were on the move. The pilot made haste and we were in the air in short order. The other sailor and I were still talking as we climbed into the early morning sky.
I sat back in the seat and decided to stretch out and put my legs up on the green nets that are used to strap the cargo down. The next thing I new I was staring into the net, at almost the same time the other guy turned to me and said, “You know what those are?” I turned and nodded.
“They’re caskets.”
Yes they were. Six stacked crisis-crossed on the pallet. There were three pallets making a total of eighteen. We sat for a few moments and didn't say a word. As we sat there looking the lieutenant stepped from around the front of the stack with a look on his face similar to the ones that we must have had. We looked at him and with out being asked both said “Yes Sir. We know.” he turned and went back to his seat.
The other guy and I just sat there for awhile without saying anything. I finally got up to take a closer look under the netting. The standard GI issue caskets with the same cold metal case still used now I would suppose. I noticed the red tags attached to each one. Some had names and some did not. The tags that didn't have names were simply labeled “Unknown for FBI Identification and Verification.” As I recall there were four or five marked with that notation.
The flight was to take us to Japan to where we would change planes to head back to the states and it seemed like an eternity for us to get there.
Once I was back at CBC Hueneme, I joined A Seabee Team and three weeks later was back in VN for another seven months. After arriving back in country we received notice that five of the guys that were sent to Phu Bi were killed in a rocket and mortar attack on the compound. That was to have been my assignment.
Now getting back to the real subject. I was reading the article mentioned earlier, when I came to the section about how up until 2005 the bodies of our fighting men and women were treated like cargo it hit me. Those men on the plane with whom I’d flown out of Da Nang was my real reason, along with the men from my battalion, I was going to ride.
These eighteen men didn't have flag draped caskets or escorts or even a simple ceremony when loaded on to the aircraft. They were treated like just so much cargo and simply shipped home. So I ride for them and all the others that came home this way. May our country never treat it's fallen this way again.
By the Grace of God I missed that transfer to Phu Bi, and I could have been in one of those cold metal boxes.
Joe Middleton
To Toothless, thank you again, I cut and pasted your words exactly as you posted them on the forum, and although I did not ask your permission to place them here I hope you understand that this blog,although not dedicated to the Run (once again the writer is) mostly pertains to the Run, and to the readers, in the next 67 days I will be posting more and more about the Run and for my trucking friends I will be giving you heads up on where to watch for riders heading to California. So now with a big thanks I am going to try and click the paste button and make this work. In a later post I will put the link in because the art work Shoreparty added to this is as priceless as the story itself is.
Posted in the General discussion forum on the rftw.org pages is the following story of why Toothless is riding (and I agree with Shoreparty it is also why I and most others do this run every year....till they all come home) Thanks Toothless:
This was something that’s been going through my mind since reading the article
in the post titled “The Things That Carried Him”, it finally came into my thick skull, of just who I was riding for.
I had told myself it was for a school friend that was killed before I graduated from high school. He and I weren't really close but his brother was my age and we were good friends. I had also told myself it was for the guys killed in the Phu Bi area north of Da Nang. These men were killed during the Tet offensive of 1968 when a rocket exploded on their compound.
I was stationed in Da Nang with MCB9 (Mobile Construction Battalion) from Sept 67 until March of 68. I was on my duty site in the shops area one morning, when my company Platoon Chief came up to me and ask me “What have you done now, Middleton?” with a stern look on his face. My mouth dropped a foot and I just stared at him for what seemed like several minutes at the time, but it was just a second or two. The chief, with hands on his hips, said “Well you've gone and done it now!” He finally smiled and said you got a new duty assignment. The reason that this took me by surprise was because I had learned just three days before that I was going to be assigned to Phu Bi with the next detachment that was scheduled to leave in the next couple of days. As I stood there with this deer in the headlights look on my face, the chief told me I needed to report the battalion XO asap.
I cleaned off what oil and grease I could and reported to the X O’s office. I still didn't realize what was going on until he told me that I was to pack my gear and be ready to be on the tarmac at DaNang AFB at 0500 the next morning.
Before I had joined the battalion and while in transit I had put down on a form that they give you while you’re in between duty assignments, called a dream sheet. This sheet lists what types of units you would prefer to be assigned to according to your rating. Of course being as I was assigned to a battalion, that was my last choice. My preference was a smaller scale unit. I was to fly back to the states and take up my new assignment. I had been with the battalion at this time for seven months in country. I followed his orders and spent the rest of
the day turning in gear and packing all my belongings to be shipped home.
The next morning there was a driver to take me to the airstrip. After checking in at the base I was instructed to make my way out on the tarmac to a spot where I was to wait for boarding the C141 that was to be my ride back to the world. There was another Sea Bee from another unit waiting when I got to the area. This guy was sitting on his sea bag and looked up at me and said, “Have a seat. Think it will be a little while before they let us board the plane,” as they where
just starting to load the cargo.
We stared talking just to pass the time and tell each other why we were there. We were far enough away from the plane that we really couldn't tell what they were loading. The only light was from the rear cargo lights and the lights from the forklift being used. As we were sitting there, a Navy lieutenant walked up and was to be the third passenger on the plane. A few minutes after the officer joined us, they were finishing up the loading and the plane’s loadmaster came and said we could board now. We gathered our gear, went to the plane and entered through the ramp. The loadmaster told us to take any of the jump seats we wanted on either side of the plane and as far forward as we could go. The other sailor and I went down one side of the cargo and the Lieutenant went down the opposite side. We finally sat down just a few
feet from the cockpit.
We were visiting and not paying that much attention to our urroundings and by the time we had found a seat and put our gear down the back
ramp was coming up and we were on the move. The pilot made haste and we were in the air in short order. The other sailor and I were still talking as we climbed into the early morning sky.
I sat back in the seat and decided to stretch out and put my legs up on the green nets that are used to strap the cargo down. The next thing I new I was staring into the net, at almost the same time the other guy turned to me and said, “You know what those are?” I turned and nodded.
“They’re caskets.”
Yes they were. Six stacked crisis-crossed on the pallet. There were three pallets making a total of eighteen. We sat for a few moments and didn't say a word. As we sat there looking the lieutenant stepped from around the front of the stack with a look on his face similar to the ones that we must have had. We looked at him and with out being asked both said “Yes Sir. We know.” he turned and went back to his seat.
The other guy and I just sat there for awhile without saying anything. I finally got up to take a closer look under the netting. The standard GI issue caskets with the same cold metal case still used now I would suppose. I noticed the red tags attached to each one. Some had names and some did not. The tags that didn't have names were simply labeled “Unknown for FBI Identification and Verification.” As I recall there were four or five marked with that notation.
The flight was to take us to Japan to where we would change planes to head back to the states and it seemed like an eternity for us to get there.
Once I was back at CBC Hueneme, I joined A Seabee Team and three weeks later was back in VN for another seven months. After arriving back in country we received notice that five of the guys that were sent to Phu Bi were killed in a rocket and mortar attack on the compound. That was to have been my assignment.
Now getting back to the real subject. I was reading the article mentioned earlier, when I came to the section about how up until 2005 the bodies of our fighting men and women were treated like cargo it hit me. Those men on the plane with whom I’d flown out of Da Nang was my real reason, along with the men from my battalion, I was going to ride.
These eighteen men didn't have flag draped caskets or escorts or even a simple ceremony when loaded on to the aircraft. They were treated like just so much cargo and simply shipped home. So I ride for them and all the others that came home this way. May our country never treat it's fallen this way again.
By the Grace of God I missed that transfer to Phu Bi, and I could have been in one of those cold metal boxes.
Joe Middleton
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Poster Girl
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Thanks Beccy Cole for supporting the efforts towards freedom, and I will put your poster on my wall, because you are on the right side of history. Those who have not had to fight for freedom have no idea what has been sacrificed to give them that freedom. Freedom is not free. THANK YOU for what you have done!
Thanks Beccy Cole for supporting the efforts towards freedom, and I will put your poster on my wall, because you are on the right side of history. Those who have not had to fight for freedom have no idea what has been sacrificed to give them that freedom. Freedom is not free. THANK YOU for what you have done!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
two digit midget again
Well here it is March (came in like a lamb in Texas, so it will be April till winter is over) and I am planning on doing the 23rd annual Run For The Wall. I have my gas money (provided gas stays below $5.00 a gallon), and hotel money set aside. I have everything ready to pack, and the bike was checked out before last year's run, and I did not get to go, so Clyde should still be ready, but since I have not seen him since May, I may have to check that out before leaving.
I am really looking forward to this run, because my Brother is coming along again this year. It is nice to be with real family when with an extended family. More information on the Run to come later. I will be posting daily here with photo's and videos ( that is if I can figure out how to upload them) I hope everyone that rides to the Run, and rides the Run and rides home has a safe trip.
I am really looking forward to it. Less than 60 days till I go home and start out for Colorado and then California. I cannot wait, feel like a kid waiting for Santa or something.
Dave Bounce Talley
I am really looking forward to this run, because my Brother is coming along again this year. It is nice to be with real family when with an extended family. More information on the Run to come later. I will be posting daily here with photo's and videos ( that is if I can figure out how to upload them) I hope everyone that rides to the Run, and rides the Run and rides home has a safe trip.
I am really looking forward to it. Less than 60 days till I go home and start out for Colorado and then California. I cannot wait, feel like a kid waiting for Santa or something.
Dave Bounce Talley
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wisconsin Capitol protesters disrespect the Veterans Memorial
I must apologize for posting this video here, but I really think the attitude of these young fools should be publicized. They did not remove the signs, or the trash that they placed on the War Memorial. This is not their fault they are there trying to keep teachers from losing any posh benefits, they were taught this disrespect by teachers. Sad but true.
The following is the Governor of Wisconsin's email. I am forwarding this video to him. If you think he should do something about this disgraceful display of disrespect to the men and women that died for our freedoms, tell him. I know I am going to.
Dave Talley
aka Bounce
Feel free to contact us at any time.Gov Walker
govgeneral@wisconsin.gov
Office of Governor Scott Walker
115 East Capitol
Madison WI 53702
Phone
(608) 266-1212
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Open Road Music Video
Great song. My first year on the Run for The Wall, I asked how to figure out when they were slowing down as no one is supposed to use their brakes. Jr Franklin, aka Cleaner, told me "listen to the pipes and you will know." Well he was right, but there is more to it than that. This song is about more than just riding too. It is about freedom, it is about healing, and so is the Run. I have said this many times, this blog is not dedicated to Run For The Wall, but the writer is. 70 or so days left till the run. Get ready folks. For my friends that drive trucks please realize we do not mean to mess up traffic, or hold you up, but we have got to do this, and we will do it until everyone comes home. To my friends that ride on the awesome mission remember it is a mission, and you have to prepare for it like you would a mission. Start practicing now, start stretching unused muscles, and exercising. Hydrate yourselves, and get ready for the most intense ride of your life, again, or for the first time.
See you in May
Bounce
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Ahab The Arab and how and why Clyde is called Clyde
Clyde requests that you listen to the song as you read...thanks Ray Stevens for a fun song...Clyde would also like you to know that he has the heart of a VMAX so he is pretty fast, and can even sneak up on and catch a Goldwing, but he can't outrun one.
Here is the story of why Clyde is called Clyde:
In 2004 my Brother Shoreparty told me about Run For The Wall, and that I had to get a bike and do this ride. I told him that sounded nice and all, but I was not a Nam Vet. He told me that the guy leading the group in 04 had a patch on his hat that read "I wasn't there but I still care" and that was enough to make me decide to do it. I did not have a motorcycle, and had not had one since 1994 or 95. But I told Judy I wanted to do the Run. So we looked for a bike for a long time. I dragged my Dad the Old Marine to several Bike stores, as I valued his opinion. He kept wanting me to get a Harley, but Judy determined that the seats were not very comfortable. Then one day in Feb of 05 we walked into Donahue Super Sports in Wisconsin Rapids, and on display was a beautiful white and silver Royal Star Venture. I had to go to the bathroom, but told Judy to check the bike out. I had only seen it from the side so I had not noticed the price, it was cheap about a third of the cost of a Harley. When I came out of the bathroom and saw the price I wanted this bike. As I walked over to it the salesman was putting a sold sticker on it. I asked who had bought it, as I Judy and two teenagers were the only customers in the place. He pointed at Judy and said that lady over there bought it. Well I had no way of getting it home,it being winter in Wisconsin and all, so Donahue kept it in storage for me. In April I went home and picked the bike up. It was beautiful, had a CB stock, and was perfect for what I was going to do....I had no idea what the Run was like, but I knew this bike was made for it.
In the next three weeks every time I rode this heavy monster I would drop it. Not hard, just gently onto the crash bars. Sort of like Arty Johnson used to do with his tricycle on Laugh In. During that three weeks the local oldies channel was playing two Ray Stevens songs back to back like a battle of the bands. First the DJ would play the Shriner's Convention, then he would play Ahab the Arab. That song Ahab the Arab was playing on the radio the first three times I dropped this bike. The fourth time I did not drop it, but almost did, the refrain "across the desert sands on his camel Clyde" was playing and for some reason I said, "Don't do this to me Clyde!" It was wild, the bike stopped falling over, and I caught it and kept it upright.
Now we Americans tend to give inanimate objects like vehicles names all the time. This motorcycle wanted to be called Clyde. Most vehicles are girls and get girl names, but not old Clyde. He is definitely a boy bike. I have been calling him Clyde for 7 years now, and he has done everything I need. The seat is cushy, and he has 37,000 miles on him, and except for one ride to Sturgis SD and back all of them are going to coming from and being on the Run For the Wall. So now you know how Clyde got his name and how I Bounce got mine.
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