By Tom Cameron & Dan "Boots" Farren

An eerie silence fills the room, a dark computer screen is neither sending or receiving information. He hardly thinks of that this morning. The blank look staring back from the mirror softly covers the throbbing heart deep inside. A few more strokes of the toothbrush, and a scan around the bedroom- then a soft kiss on the sleeping cheek of his beloved wife still lost in early morning dreams.

"See you soon, Babe," he whispers, as he tries to muffle the clomp of the boots on his way to the door. In an instant he is outside, the faint glow of dawn reveals the waiting bike, carefully loaded with the gear selecte
d over the months of planning. The only sound is the plaintive cry of the neighbor’s dog wanting to be back in a warm house. The air is crisp and cool.

The motor snaps to life with the first stab on the starter and seconds later he slowly accelerates down the quiet street. Two minutes pass and he’s on the freeway ramp, again accelerating but with more throttle, away from the concern of sleeping neighbors. In about an hour he’ll be at the truck stop, and will meet the others- five maybe six bikes with a buddy and some people he doesn’t yet know.

He soon will- he’s heading for California and the Run For The Wall!

And so it begins, computers across the country powering down, and eager motorcycles powering up. It is underway! And prayers go out from friends you have never met in person yet -- wishing you a safe ride.

Never forget!