Spyder USMVMC was caught taking a break.

I'm not taking invitations now for friends list if your looking to hook up. My MC brothers and Extensions, PGR, Legion Riders Will Be Accepted! Don't waste my time and yours sending invite just to make me a Number!

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US MILITARY VETS MC

The U.S. Military Vets MC was established in 1987, in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and is incorporated as a non-profit organization. The club as a national organization strives to achieve the following:

(1) To provide a club for qualified military veterans which offers brotherhood and an opportunity to establish relationships with other military veterans who have served in the defense of the United States of America;
(2) To establish and support a strong sense of pride in having served in the active military service of the United States of America;
(3) To improve the image of military veterans and bikers to the general public.

BIG NEWS FOR TODAY!

I JUST GOT WORD TO PICK UP MySon AT THE ATLANTA AIRPORT SUNDAY MORNING! 1/11/09 HUUURAAAAAH! He'll have 30 days leave time before reporting to Ft Benning Ga in Feb. (Bleau's son, Joe is there now in Jump School but he'll be shipping out for Afghanistan before Hurricane Daniel gets there. Bummer)

You've read my profile and maybe know me as much as you can in the Virtual World, I could write a great deal of good things about myself, but it won't give you any good idea. YOU CAN TOUCH ME, YOU CAN FEEL ME, AND YOU CAN SAY MY NAME, BUT I WON'T HEAR OR FEEL YOU BECAUSE THIS IS ONLY THE INTERNET
I found a special friend; Someone who is changing my life just by being part of it. Someone who makes me laugh until I can't stop; Someone who makes
me believe that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces me that there really is
an unlocked door just waiting for me to open it.
Someone who made the world stop when I looked into her eyes. I found that girl beside a lonely highway in a thunder storm. Life is Good!

Too much time to sit and think

What ever happened

......to the times I remember riding out in the country with a female and boda bag hanging on the triple trees, no mandatory helmets, riding past a river and saying, "there!"
Swinging along the river bank on the scoot to a wide spot in the current, getting drunk, skinny dipping, making love, sleeping under the stars, waking up and continuing to the run party.
Nobody at the party sold tee shirts, trinkets, and lift kits, there might be a live band, but most of the time it was a van with it's doors open blaring the music of the times.....and all the jeans had oil stains and handprints on them. Most carried some sort of hideous looking knife, or an occasional gun, but no one got injured.
Lots of brotherhood, swapping riding war stories that were 50% reality and the rest so hilarious of an outcome, nobody cared if it was true or not!
A brother or sister would compliment your scoot, and you humbly thanked them without mentioning the price to get it that way.
We swapped tech tips, drank beer and wine, went for mini runs half drunk and half stoned, and returned to the campsite to lay around a campfire to fall asleep to someone's story about their girl, bike, cops, landlords, or boss.

Sometimes I think I've lived long enough.........