This came out yesterday. My California Brothers. Tombstone and Bikerdad are solid guys, and proud to call em brothers. I’ve ridden with em and partied with them, and honor their commitment to the cause.
The last couple of days I’ve kept thinking of a line in the movie “the blind side”, where they were talking about the misfit, but now pro football player Michael Oher (who’s a Baltimore Friggin Raven, but we can go over that later). The quote is: “You should really get to know your players. Michael scored in the 98th percentile in protective instincts.”
I’ve seen the guys that come and go in B.A.C.A. Some stick, some don’t. Protective Instincts. I think some guys are born to wear the patch, and when they see it, they’re in it for life.
I’m proud to be a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. We mean what we say. Don’t fuck with our kids.
My oldest daughter is just a good kid. She’s working her way though college, and she called us when her car wouldn’t start at the car wash. Somebody helped her bump start it, and she got it back to her college dorm.
I called a B.A.C.A. brother down there Just to ask him if he’d take a look. He did. I don’t think the guy took a half an hour, and he called me and told me it was her starter. Bad Bendix.
Then another B.A.C.A. brother jumped in, and offered to change it for her. I ordered the part, he picked it up and put it in for her.
I’m a pretty prideful person. Asking for help is not my M.O. . I want to thank you 2 guys for being there for my family. You know who you are…
I’m proud to be a member of B.A.C.A. For what we do for kids, but also what we do for each other. Yeah man… Brotherhood. I owe ya. I’ll pay ya back.
A pretty sweet little 9 year old kid. Saw BACA on the news a year ago, and told told her parents that for her birthday present, she wanted to donate to the cause.
She’s nine. Said it when she was 8.
We gave her a ride on a Harley. Looking in my mirror, and that kid on my back seat….You couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. Or mine. Pretty moved, to be honest. Her parent’s should be proud.
Seems like a lot of biker shit is going on, but none of it involves riding. Thats gotta get changed
My bike hasn’t started since I moved. Like, it won’t start. I hauled it down to blackball motorcycle and its more than likely a crank position sensor and I should be able to get it in the morning. I need to ride it. its the heat of the summer, but I know how that clock ticks. Between the moving and work, its been too long. I need to ride.
I talked to the new EagleRider tour guide for the Easy Rider tour today. I met him in Los Angeles when I was there. A good dude. I really wish I could do the rest of those tours. That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, doing what I was born to do. At least I think so.
I’ve moved from Heber, to the town I was born in. Thats been my last 2 weeks. Orem Utah. That also means a transfer to a new BACA chapter. To be honest, I’ll miss Wasatch County, Heber and my old chapter. It’ll always be the place I got my rockability back. Good and Solid people up there, just 22 miles up the canyon.
Last night Myself, Missus Zip and my youngest daughter went to a BBQ, and met my new chapter. I like these guys. BACA was started here, and the founder is here, and 2 other people that were there on the original ride, 18 years ago. I got a few stories, and I’m looking forward to more. We ate some food, drank a little, and lit off some seriously good fireworks. I laughed and listened. There is some experience here.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. All the fun, all the brotherhood, all the riding means absolutely jack shit compared to a scared kid. I’ve camped outside a 6 year old boys house for 3 days, because his abuser threatened to kill him. It was his father. He trusted me enough in the end, to show me the bruise where his dad stomped on him. Shape of a footprint. It changed my life, and fueled my fire. I had a beautiful 16 year old teenage girl’s dad meet with me and a BACA brother in a driveway with his face in his hands, crying and thanking us, because his daughter finally slept through the night. His daughter told me she had learned to sleep with her back against the door so she’d be awake when her perpetrator raped her. She’d learned that, and found it was less painful to be awake when waking up getting raped.
Yeah, that sucks. Sorry for jolting you out of a perfectly good friday night, but that’s the world we live in. If I can stop any of that, I’m proud to be in that trench. You can stop reading any time you want to, but an abused kid can’t stop it that easy.
To a kid: My friends are scarier than your abuser. You won’t knock us down. If you come for a BACA kid, odds are you won’t walk away. Leave our kids alone.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I wont look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
My past has prepared me, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. Im finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I dont have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by the faith in my works, and lean on the strength of my brothers and sisters. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with power.
My fate is set, my gait is fast, my goal is the ultimate safety of children. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are tried and true, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I wont give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and showed up for all wounded children. I must go until I drop, ride until I give out, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me, for He will see my BACA backpatch and know that I am one of His. I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse, and this is my creed.
I’ve been involved with BACA since 1998. I’ve seen some really terrible shit. Things a kid should never experience, let alone hear about. I’ve helped change some of that. It’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.
One of my B.A.C.A. bro’s hooked me and Missus Zip up with VIP tickets to the Bare Naked Ladies Concert tonight, so no blog post tomorrow. I’ve been trying to get these out every night, but tonight I won’t be able to. I’ll get back on track Friday.
Its summer here, and good shit is happening. This is one:
Ever play chicken shit bingo? Neither have I. Its how we roll up here in Heber. Saturday I’ll be slow cooking a pig on a spit for 11 hours. Ill post pictures. It should be pretty fun.
I haven’t seen this video for a while. I watched it today, and it moves me.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. We’re not some social club, not here to wear a patch and look cool. We’re here to protect your kids. There’s nothing more innocent or worthy of that in my eyes. The cops can’t stay there, we can and will. Try us. We’re here to be a shield against further abuse.
I’m a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. We ride to where the cops can’t stay, and where scared mothers worry about their kids. where terrified kids find some strength because we tell them we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Maybe you know what I’m talking about, and maybe you don’t. Tomorrow is our 100 mile ride, where the BACA nation rides for awareness. To be honest, awareness is crap. If you see abuse, report it. There isn’t a child alive who deserves to live in fear. Tomorrow we ride for awareness, and you may or may not see us riding. Just know regardless, that there are some pretty tough sumbitches that will stand in the way if they try to hit or abuse your kid in any way. Let us be that shield. That’s why we really ride for “awareness”. Thats our message.
My bike is saddled, my bothers are sure. We’ll ride for awareness, but we’d rather ride to protect you kid
I’m throwing my taw back into the frey. With the good guys.
When I first got involved in B.A.C.A. I thought it would be so clear; a monster, vs an innocent kid, no matter what.
But it sure as hell wasn’t what I thought. Sometimes its a mom, or a family member… drunk and abandoning her kids so she can have a good time. Sometimes its an uncle, and we can’t keep him away and get them some therapy to know the uncle can’t do whatever he wants. Sometimes its a grandparent with custody, and doesn’t to help a child. Sometimes it’s a custody case; where every clue is hidden because the mother has an agenda and is living with abuse herself. . Sometimes Its every mixture in between. If you’re paying attention, a frightened kid and bruises don’t lie.
But to to the kid, its all Hell. Kids are just trying to be kids. We gotta find a way to help kids. BACA finds a way to help, wherever they can. Ever talked to kid who slept with their back against the door so they knew when the abuse was coming? That they knew it was their life, and it was their survival? I have. It breaks your heart.
Most of it, is really up to you. Call in when you see something bad happening. Man, help us out. I’m not going to tell you what is wrong or what is right, but don’t be apathetic. We’re talking about a kid.
I spent a few years in, and found out what it was. Then my life crashed, and at that point I couldn’t even support. I had to take care of my family. I had to save myself. More shit happened that I’ll ever explain. It doesn’t matter.
Yeah, well I did all that. Now maybe, its back to supporting the innocent. The only thing that’s truly innocent in the world. It ain’t your romneys, or your obamas. Its your…. it’s all kids.
I support Bikers Against Child Abuse. I got no patch now, but even so… Just gimme the chance to be that shield. It’s all worth it for some abused, scared kid who’s one fifth my age. My shit is together. If you abuse a kid, your shit is not. Chances are, you crave something that is so dirty and low that you deserve whatever happens.
To the perp: Like I said, it doesn’t matter.
To the kid: You’re what’s right with the world. You don’t even know it, and that’s whats so beautiful about being a kid. Man, go play. Go play, knowing that That we’ve got the perimeter. Our goal, is that the perimeter becomes your house. Then the block, the city, then the world. Kiddo, its all yours. Just like everyone else. If anyone restricts that, we’ll be there. Go play. Be a kid. We’ll ride to another house, but noones going to stop protecting yours. Hopefully, when the ride is over you’ll know that for the rest of your life. That’s when we’ve done our job.
