I am honored to be able to write a monthly column for a local biker magazine called Quick Throttle. They use a picture based on the one here on this LJ post as the one over my column. It has stirred some reaction to say the least -- not for what I'd like to say is my provocative writing, but for the damn picture! My mother sent an email yesterday that said: "We don't recognize that tough-looking biker in the picture though. Who is that?" My friend Madelon said "That picture is sure scary and if I didn't know you I'd be scared to death, but I know the real you..." My friend CJ said "Loved reading your column. I giggled at some of it... You're so butch, you look so rugged and burly. But I won't tell anyone you're just a big pile of goo inside." Goo? A pile of goo inside? Me? Now my editor at Quick Throttle chose that picture based on his staff's reaction that it was the "perfect biker picture". Judge for yourself: www.quickthrottle.com/Editions/NW/2009/n
Case in point. Two days ago there was a tragic drive-by shooting where a Seattle Police Officer was shot and killed. Late last night I got an email from someone in my Harley Owners Group chapter asking if we could put together a ride to the memorial where the officer was shot. I was somewhat skeptical given the timing and weather, but I put together a ride and sent it out to the membership. To my surprise we had 18 bikes show up. One of our members is a chaplain and officer with the Seattle PD and he arranged to meet us there and give us a secure parking area. Another member picked up some flowers and we rode in formation the 15 miles from the Dealership to the site. When we got there, 18 leather clad, tough as nails, long in the teeth, mean-ass looking bikers all stood for a moment of silent prayer and reflection while our chaplain placed the flowers. Many were wiping tears, and we all stood in reverence and personal thought for nearly a half-hour.