Every weekend in my area, some huge horde of bikers or other is riding for critters, kids, sick folks with heavy hospital bills to pay and every other benefit imaginable.
There have been 3 runs to benefit the SPCA in just the last 45 days.
This weekend [I think] is a run to benefit a local “troubled boys” home.
This stuff is the rule; not the exception.
Best, biggest-hearted people in the world.
Once in a while, the local “newspaper” even bothers to report about what they’ve done/are doing.
There are several biker organizations involving abused kids.
Perhaps this one is what you’re referring to:
God bless those big, hairy dark avenging angels.
If they’d been around when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn’t be so messed up now.
My husband's business partner, and one of our dearest friends, is a big, 6'4", 300+ biker (Marine, too.) One of the best people we've ever met. Scary looking as heck, too. Still, he's the ONLY person I'd trust enough to take my 5 year old for a ride on his Gold Wing. (She loved it by the way, shouted, ROCK AND ROLLL! when they took off.)
Biggest softy when it comes to animals. He and his wife have 4 akitas (his babies, as he calls them. I call them, "the hell hounds") and 5 cats. When I had to put my cat down this year, he was right there with us.
Sometimes I joke that such a soft inside needs such a scary, leather and spikes outside to survive.
PS -- love your Freeppage. Gene Simmons for Pres, indeed!
One of the wildest charity "rides" is found at Reg Pridmore's CLASS riding schools. Reg is a former AMA Superbike champion, and he and his crew give classes at tracks around the country. Well, it's something to be learning new riding techniques on a track, taught by a number of really excellent instructors (the year I went, one of the instructors was Jason Pridmore (Reg's son), who later that year went on to win the #1 AMA Supersport plate... Anyway, for a reasonable contribution to the Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation, you get a few laps on the back of Reg's bike (or Jason's), and you get to see what it's really like to go around a track with a racer. Holy Snikes!
I didn't have the balls to do it... But I was passed like I was standing still on the long straight at Heartland Park, and I glanced down and noticed that I was doing 110MPH! Wow!
Mark