Mountain Riding, July 16 and 17, 2019
2006 Honda® ST1300
Talulah Gorge 1,000 Stair mid-day stop on almost 400 miles of a 9 hour ride in Northern, GA
NC and TN Ride July 2016


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Male, 63 years old, and in a relationship/divorced.  Birthday is January 04, 1957.  Owns a 2006 Honda® ST1300.  Interested in females and males.  Looking for riding partners or friends.  Religious view is Raised Catholic.  Drinks socially.  Lives in Aurora, Colorado  United States.  Member since September 2008.  Last online today.


Hello out there,

I am an active rider who also enjoys sports as well as other important things in life. My current list is just growing so I figured it would not be that nice to bore everyone. Questions are always welcome and best wishes.

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About Me

I am 5 foot 10 inches barefoot, around 175 lbs. I enjoy my life as well as my friends and family. I have worked hard to get to where I am and plan to continue to do just that. I am semi-retired and moved back to Colorado. I am so pleased that my Galaxy (rescue mutt) decided to adopt me. LOL One day at a time and yes vacations can be so special.

Turn Ons

My Fiancé who has Intelligence, demeanor, manners, she has earned my appreciation and admiration, her beauty truly comes from within and her shape and size is amazing

Turn Offs

Ignorance of some people, like miss-treatment of friends and family or pets.


All sorts of sports from sailing, motor boating, snow skiing, tennis and scuba diving to name a few. Riding is a part of my life. I also enjoy decent culture from a simple play to a great concert.


I love learning as well as experiencing more. I have traveled and plan to continue to do it. Staying in shape continues to keep options open.


You name it I more than likely enjoy it other than most rap and a lot of heavy metal. I grew up playing the trumpet and learned so much from it.

TV Shows

Basic background noise other than when a great tennis match is on. I will admit I do watch the weather to see what I am dealing with. OK they might not be right but at least it can help.


I do not keep up on the current ones just wait until they come out for rent. I truly love lots of the ones made before and after I grew up.


ON MEMORIAL DAY I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokeys. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever, the heat and humidity at the same level, both too high. I saw the car pull into the drive, 69 or 70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snails pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches as best I could tell. I could not help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste. She is going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I am ready to get out of here right now! But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the In gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokeys in time. I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight, middle aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery. I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old womans squint. Maam, may I assist you in any way? She took long enough to answer. Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days. My pleasure, maam. Well, it was not too much of a lie. She looked again. Marine, where were you stationed? Vietnam, maam. Ground-pounder. 69 to 71. She looked at me closer. Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I will be as quick as I can. I lied a little bigger. No hurry, maam. She smiled and winked at me. Son, I am 85 years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let us get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name is Joanne Wieserman, and I have come to see Marines and I would like to see them one more time. Yes, maam. At your service. She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC France 1918. She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone, the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943. She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944. She paused for a second. Two more, son, and we will be done I almost did not say anything, but, Yes, maam. Take your time. She looked confused. Where is the Vietnam section son? I seem to have lost my way. I pointed with my chin. That way, maam. Oh, she chuckled quietly. Son, me and old age are not too friendly. She headed down the walk I had pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still could not make out. OK, son, I am finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home. Yes, maam. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk? She paused. Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines. She stopped. Whether she had finished, or could not finish, I do not know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car. Get to the Out gate quick. I have something I have got to do. Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet. Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead. I humped it across the drive to the other post. When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunnys voice TehenHut! Present Haaaarms! I have to hand it to Kevin, he never blinked an eye, full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn out soldiers giving her a send off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice. I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac. Instead of The End, just think of Taps. As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer. Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us. Let us all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy. In God We Trust. Not just on Memorial Day. But everyday. Unknown

You are a 19 year old kid. You are critically wounded and dying in the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Viet Nam. It is November 11, 1967. Landing zone X-ray. Your unit is outnumbered 8 to 1 and the enemy fire is so intense from 100 yards away, that your Commanding officer has ordered the helicopters to stop coming in. You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you are not getting out. Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you will never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day. Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter. You look up to see a Huey coming in. But, It does not seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it. Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you. He is not MedEvac so it is not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he is flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway. Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come. He is coming anyway. And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you at a time on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses and safety. And, he kept coming back. 13 more times. Until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the Captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm. He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the Captain and his Huey. Medal of Honor Recipient, Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force, died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise, Idaho May God Bless and Rest His Soul. I bet you did not hear about this hero passing away, but we have sure heard a whole bunch about Whitney Houston, Lindsay Lohan, Dr. Murray, that sicko Sandusky, and a 72 day sham marriage. Shame on the media. Medal of Honor Winner Captain Ed Freeman Unknown

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