Just got back from an Honor ride for HM2 Jamie Jaenke of Iowa falls. The loonies were there. But... apparently, as invited guests acting as agents of the families, the PGR can deterimine where local law enforcement positions the sickos. A rider came roaring up to the ranks and jumped off his bike to tell our Ride Captain, Preacher, that the freaks were at the cemetery. Everybody wanted to mount up a group to go over and fence them off. Preacher didn't think that was a good idea - too confrontational, so he got on his cell and called the head law officer, and asked that the wretches be positioned 500yd north of the burial site. He clearly had checked out the lay of the land, and had a strategic bent. By moving them north, he put them over a hill, where you could not see them at all! Hilarious. No way to know they were even there. Hats off to Preacher! Way to lead!
And hats off to all the riders who left before dawn to get there on time. Like our very own Trident! Great to meet ya in person, brother! (He's exactly as I expected, a gracious and gregarious old grizzler :^O ) What a fine group. Have I said that before?