DATE: 13 Nov 2008, 6:13 pm / MOOD: Angry

Everybody forgets sometimes, don't they? I mean, it's understandable- times are really tough. Even the most well-to-do among those in the mid to upper middle class are feeling the pinch. We all have a lot to deal with right now.

But if you would for a moment, imagine this: You got a job where you make somewhere's between 15K-30K per year. That's below to just above the poverty line. Now, the medical benefits are good, even though the red tape to receive those benefits when needed is difficult to get through. You get three squares a day most times but not all, and a clothing allowance. Transportation is mostly covered, but not all of it. You have housing assistance, albeit enough for very modest housing. Not the lap of luxury, but it could be worse, right? If you're frugal and you're careful, you can at least be fed, clothed, and warm. Better off than a lot of others out there, but I digress... 

Now imagine you got a family to support on that.

Add to the fact that this job can take you halfway around the world to strange lands where you don't know the language or the customs- it can take you to places where the level of poverty is so bad you are revolted by what you see every day. Usually, it hardens your resolve to help the locals in any way you can, to the point where you find yourself sacrificing what little you can to help these strange people you don't even know. 

You can be put in these places for months, up to over a year- without seeing your spouse or your kids or any of your family or friends.

A call home can cost up to $10 per MINUTE. You can wait in line for a couple of hours to make a free 5-10 minute call, but you've been working 12 hour days seven days a week... so, most often you wait in line when you can gather the strength to do it, because you don't want to take that $10 per minute away from the family back home- and you're better than that. You're a better person than that. And it hurts not to be able to talk to them as often as you'd like, it surely does. You miss them dearly, and you know it hurts them too and that they miss you. You can take it though- you're tough... you just keep saying that to yourself. You know you are.

Do you know what this job I'm talking about is yet? No?

I'm talking about our proud military, that's who.

So then imagine, if you can, that in doing the work that you do you could be killed. You could be killed any day, any time. It kinda adds to the situation a bit. Understandable, eh?

Now to the real point.

I googled "2008 phone card drive support troops"--- and didn't get one single fucking hit for 2008. Not one. I guess everybody forgets, it's understandable...

It takes up to six weeks to get a package to Iraq or Afghanistan. Do it now. This weekend. Don't let yourself forget... and if you can't get a package out there, look for a phone card drive and give 'till it hurts- that's even BETTER than a package! You've already missed Thanksgiving- to get phone cards to the troops in time for them to call home for Christmas you have to give NOW! There is no more time.

If you can't find a phone card drive then please contribute to the USO. They give more free phone minutes to our troops than any other organization. You can find them here:  https://www.uso.org/donate/custom.aspx?id=875

There is no better gift you can give to our best and bravest serving overseas than the gift of letting them have an unhurried conversation with their loved ones over the holidays, without the worry of taking away from the (most often) meager amount that was able to be saved for presents for the kids or for the family meal back home- that, or risk becoming so tired that you might make a mistake that gets you or your fellow troops killed.

Make a note now to do this on or BEFORE this weekend. This is the best gift you could give to anyone this year... the fact that this country is no longer organizing to do this, like in years past, to me--- well, it's NOT understandable. I am angry about it. I will not forget. Please, if any of this made any sense to you, don't forget. Do it now. Even if you can only afford to give a few dollars, if enough of us do it that will go a long way. You'll be amazed at the difference it makes when you next tell someone "I support our troops" to know in your heart you really DID this year, when everyone else seems to be so forgetfull. All respect. 

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DATE: 10 Nov 2008, 11:06 pm / MOOD: Dont know

Sunday, November 9... What a season. I missed August, literally. So much to do. Mom died, brother in Ohio and brother in CA, it's all up to me to settle stuff, as it has been for the last 6-7 years since Dad died to watch out for her... the last few months just workin' on all that and workin' on regular work and tryin' to stay involved with my wife and the kids. Tensions run very high throughout...

Way to start a ride blog eh?

Amyways, Sunday November 9. Starting to get kinda cold up here folks. It'll be sunny, 57 degrees high temp today. After sundown, low 40's. So why not ride?

I need to find a cover for the Harley... my garage is the last bastion in my house where I'm allowed to smoke. For those who may not know, it's the last bastion for a lot of stuff for me. I got my tools, my bikes, my music gear, a cocktail table and a few chairs, and a beer fridge in there. I call it my studio / bar / garage... the smoke leaves a nasty film on the bikes if I don't cover them for the nor'eastern hard winter months, late December through early March- so I'm on a mission, 'cause since I put the apes on the FLH I didn't have a cover that would fit and y'know, it was way too much work to detail the girl before last winter and then (not having a cover) have to do it all over again in the spring.

So here goes 'olhvy, to a local retail shop called "Benny's" to pick up a cover advertised for 35 bucks. There's two Benny's around my area, and the closest one is pretty small, so I'm off to the furthest (big) one- not too far but I ain't yet in a mood to put the chaps on so it'll be a "brisk" ride.

You gettin' bored yet?

I head out to go where I'm goin', and ride by Stick's Tavern on rte 44 in Chepatchet RI--- in the parking lot I see Chappy's bike, and Mr Chappy himself onnit!!! Now folks, Chappy is a fixture in our area. He's the real deal, 74 years old, and a wealth of information. He don't look or act one freakin' day over fifty. I tooled by too fast to stop- but when traffic on rte 44 allowed I did the old "J skid" to flip around the other way and get back to Stick's parking lot...

I pull up next to Chap and say "What, like you ain't got no other good place to hang around?" Chap says "You goin' somewhere's?" I tell him "Ya, I gotta find a cover for this beast". I tell him about the sale at Benny's. He tells me "Shit, I just gave a cover away that would'a fit yours like two weeks ago... and some other stuff too." "Well Chap", I says, "It's a little late for me to hear that eh?" We both laugh... I tell him "Look, I gotta go do business, how long you hangin'?" He says "I'll be here, gettin' too cold to be all around, and when it gets late..."  I told him "after Benny's, I'm prolly gonna have one at Mr Bigg's before I get back here, I hear 'Lil Deb is workin' the bar, and I ain't gave her a lotta shit in a long time." He laughs and says "Whatever, I'll be here."

This could go on and on... I could tell y'all every detail, but it'd take me an hour to write it- I'll make it short.

I didn't find the right cover at the Benny's further away, but DID find it in the one closer to Stick's Tavern, go figure. 'Lil Deb wasn't workin' at Mr Bigg's that day, but I had a beer there then split. 

After that, I went to Stick's and hung around with Chappy, and learned another good lesson about cam/gear kits from another respected old timer that was there, God bless. I'll have to keep that in mind when I go from chain to gear for the cam setup- very soon I think.

Heading back home I decide to stop at Gonyea's Tavern. It's a little hometown joint less than 2 miles from my house. Come to find out, Bryan and Linda, the proprieters from Cady's Tavern (used to be my favorite biker joint, closed this year) are there. Shortly after I stop in here comes Slacker, Skip, Arthur, and a few other bro's and sisters- the locals. The boys and girls of summer are gone now, it's past season in our little known tourist spot, only the local bikers are out- and I can't count the laughs we had and stories told and the promises made that'll most likely be made good on. 

I cruise home, after dark, freezin' my nuts off- but it was only a short ride. Mrsoldhvymetal had dinner close to ready and the Oldhvymetal girls and I hung around 'till it was, then we all ate and then watched some movie I don't even remember the name of but don't even care because we hung out together and joked around about it together...

Stupid shit, right?

Not for me. I wouldn't trade that for the whole freakin' world. Maybe I'm just a "simple man".

All respect.  

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DATE: 30 Jul 2008, 3:56 pm / MOOD: Satisfied

That's when you find out you haven't! Thanks to a higher power for reminding me yet again. In all I had a pretty amazing day, or maybe I just amaze easily lately...

This is a late blog, but I told a friend I would so here goes.

Last Saturday, July 26th, my favorite local watering hole was sponsoring a "Beach Run". Now, we all live some 60-70 miles from the beach, so along with a couple of stops it's a good day. What I like about this one is there is no set charity that it's for. On this day, well ok a few weeks earlier, it was decided to give the proceeds to a young local couple that had just lost a daughter to "crib death". The funeral expenses were tough on them, over and above the emotional situation, so it seemed like a neighborly thing to do.

Now on this day, I was amazed to see 3 out of the 4 best wrenches in the area come to ride--- don't know about you, but we hardly ever see those guys on rides like this. In fact, I can say that everyone riding was experienced, which was unusual. There's usually a few new riders on board at any advertised runs these days. (Note how I'm NOT making a distinction on whether that was a good or bad thing, because I don't really care one way or the other, I'm just stating fact- it was unusual to see nothing but highly experienced riders on this run). In all, only about 30 or so bikes.

So anyways, we make some back roads down to the Oak Hill Tavern on a section of Route 1 they call Tower Hill Road, at the junction of Annaquatucket. About a 40 minute ride. I like this spot. It has a nice outdoor area with horeshoe pits and outside speakers for the jukebox. Though there was time to grab a couple of beers, I stuck to one like I'll usually do when in a crowd. The pace was not hurried (I expected- in fact kinda hoped, we'd be back pretty late... I like riding at night even better than day-time). The conversation at this stop was pretty cool too, and I got more than a few minutes to talk and joke around with "C'ya", one of a very few true nomads I've known. He had a new bike and a new girlfriend, or maybe that happened in reverse order, dunno. He was just getting back from a mid-west trip. Went out there just to see the floods, go figure.

So we jump back on for about another hour and headed down across the (new) Jamestown bridge, which I'll never get tired of riding over, to a place on a little side street called the Narragansett Cafe.
Note to those who may find themselves wandering Rhode Island coastal areas: do NOT take a right after crossing the Jamestown bridge south- it will put you in Newport where the loud pipes police will get you, oh yes they will (screw Newport), but I digress... The 'Gansett has good music nights, especially on weekends, but usually a small crowd days. Good thing they'd been warned, they had extra bartenders and cooks on for us. Here is where something else amazing happened. Remember, this place is on a little side street (Narragansett St), so it took us a little bit to find parking. Now we on bikes will find parking, that's no doubt, but y'know sometimes a few of us together can temporarily keep traffic from moving, or like *ahem* block pedestrian traffic on the sidewalks for a bit... hey, it happens. So, as we were settling in, we held up cage traffic for just a minute or two, no biggie I thought. There was this tourist trolley, full of a wedding party, looked to be Japanese but I'm not completely sure, that was in the line. When they got in front of the Cafe one of the windows opened and heard with an accent was "What is this all about?". My friend Skip, closest to the trolly, said "We're friends out for a ride, and we all pitched in some money to help a young couple in our town that's having some trouble". The man in the window of the trolley extended his hand to Skip to shake it. The man said "let me buy the first round" as Skip took his hand to shake it. As Skip tells it afterwards, he could feel the man had slipped him some money as they shook hands. Skip asked him "So, what's you're name?". To which the man in the Trolley said "asshole"... and the trolley drove away. I still wonder whether he was calling himself asshole or paying for the priveledge to call us (Skip?) asshole(s?)... but that's what went down. No word of a lie. Amazing.

When we all got inside, Skip looked to see that the man (asshole?) in the trolley had given him three $100 bills! We had enough for everyone to have a round and still put more than $100 away for the family. I grabbed a quick bite there, as did Mrs Metal and quite a few others as it was shortly after one thirty or so. I struck up a conversation wit one of the local patrons, a nice guy... I found it amusing that he couldn't stop staring at Mrs Metal. Dream on buddy, dream on... he handed me 10 bucks towards the family, which I announced, along with his name, to the crowd.

We saddled up and went back over the bridge, heading down coast again. We got seperated some because bridge traffic was heavy but with this crowd there was no danger of anybody getting lost- we were back together shortly. We made our way down to to Matunuck (pronounced ma-toon-uck, by now the observant reader will note that a great many places in Rhode Island have north american tribal names). The Ocean Mist is a nice little biker friendly place right on the beach in Wakefield RI. I first went a few years ago when my adopted son's band had their first paid gig there. I opted out of beer for a soft drink at this stop, and wasn't hungry after the last stop, but if you're in the area I'd recommend the food there. They have a porch on the back right over the beach, where you can watch the beach-type activities and scenery from. In fact, the ladies got a special treat here, as a rather well put together young man stripped to nothing and dove into the waves, like right in front of us all. As he got out of the water, it was easy to see from the stagger he'd had too much to drink, but it did provide some laughs all around... the wind was brisk and the waves choppy, and it had clouded up some, but it was a good break from the high humidity mid-to-high eighties full sun we'd been experiencing from the beginning of the ride.

From the Ocean Mist we made our way midland, towards home, and stopped at Sandy Bottoms (previously Juniors Road House). The mechanical bull wasn't in operation, but they had an outside bar all set up for us, which was nice. By now the sun had set, and gas tanks were low, but all were in good spirits. I'd begun to develop a headache, unusual for me, but there it was... a coupla' draft beers and aspirin took care of it in short order. The rest of the ride being at night, I'm a happy camper... 

On the way back, we made one stop for gas, at the only truck stop in Rhode Island, aptly named "Rhode Island's One and Only Truck Stop". I was glad Mrs Metal and I had packed hooded sweatshirts, because the temps had dropped quite a bit. I opted not to tank up, knowing there were lots of places to do so for the rest of the way back, I could've peeled off if I needed to- and my low gas light hadn't come on. I know that WAS working, even tho' my analog gas guage hasn't worked in a while, so I decided to give it a try to make it back. I was at about 130 miles on the tripometer. We rolled back into my favorite local biker joint just after 10:00PM, where we had a mess of american chop suey, yankee pot roast, calzones, and salad waiting for us- and a classic rock band all fired up too. We ate and drank and carried on, and some danced, until somewhere's around 11:30, and the Mrs and I decided to head out before our coach became a punkin'. One cool thing was that as I was sayin' goodbyes, I said to one of the guys I'd ridden quite a way with "hey I hope the Geezer Glide didn't take up too much road on 'ya".  I was a little surprised when he said "when I ride next to you, I feel safe"... it was a great feeling to have for the ride home at the end of the night. Once we rolled on home and put away the little we had carried with us, I had 167 miles on the tripometer, and the low gas warning still wasn't on! The kids hadn't burnt the house down while we were gone either. Amazing. Notice the large period of time where I now keep my s*%t to myself... lol. Fast forward to the next morning. Man-oh-man, I topped off the tank with 3.6 gallons. I'm diggin' that large...

Peace... and if you're not sleeping by now (which would be really amazing), feel free, lol...

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DATE: 09 Jul 2008, 4:11 am / MOOD: Eager to ride

The ride is this weekend- C'mon RI, MA, & CT... PVT Manion showed us what HE's made of... now it's time to show him what WE are made of.

Please check the ride listings for MA, CT, and RI.

All Respect- for the past 3 years, this has always been a great time. Hope to see you there for our 4th Ride for the Brave!

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DATE: 24 May 2008, 7:55 am / MOOD: Other

4^th Annual Ride for the Brave 2008 Sunday July 13^th, rain date July 20^th American Legion Post 85, River St, Woonsocket RI Ride sign up @ 9:30AM, BBQ @ 12:00 NoonBBQ Donation $15 per person ($5 less than previous years!)

Mini Chopper Raffle ticket donation $5 each

 Good ladies and gentlemen, once again I am moved to thank you for all your generous support for the last three years in regard to our efforts to honor and raise funds for military persons returning home from the war in Iraq. Each year we select one or two different local Purple Heart winners, and throw them a welcome home party like they could have never imagined. This tends to serve two purposes- it lets our honorees and their families know that the community thanks and respects them, and we sometimes also “accidentally” raise some money for them to help with the type of things that the Veteran’s Administration doesn’t cover when families face the huge challenge of having a loved one come home from the war effort needing extensive post deployment help. For example, do you think that coverage is provided for a mom and dad’s home to be made handicapped accessible, so their disabled sons or daughters can visit them more easily? If you say yes, think again…  The young men we’ve honored in the past continue to stay in touch with us and thank us for all of your support. You have contributed by buying raffle tickets, by attending the event, and by passing out flyers for it. I’ve gotten newspaper articles about the event published and web site advertisements posted as a result of you pitching in to help. I continue to be happily amazed to be living in an area with such terrific people. Everyone who has attended has told me they would like to again- we really have a great time. Our honorees are great kids, with huge potential, and I like to think our involvement with them is helping them in more ways than just providing a party, a check, and a thank you. If you could be so kind, please let me provide a very brief description of our past honorees, and our special guest for this year. 2005 - Marine Corporal James Crosby, of Winthrop MA. James’ injuries will confine him to a wheelchair and colostomy bag for life. He is currently 24 years old. He, like our other honorees, was not confident in his future or of our communities understanding of his situation upon his return from the war. Since he was honored in 2005, he continues to stay in touch with us. He is attending college courses. He is now employed by the State of Massachusetts as the Outreach Coordinator for the Disabled Veteran’s Administration (DAV), leading the outreach effort made by individual DAV field case workers. 2006 - Marine Lance Corporal Zachary O’Grady, of Walpole MA. Zak lost use of his lower left leg and was badly burned in Iraq. Members of his family needed counseling to deal with the shock of it, a condition not covered by his father’s medical insurance or by the VA. Of note, his father is a foreman in the Massachusetts Construction Worker Laborer’s Union, a hard working man and a good citizen. Besides his physical injuries, Zak has severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), finding himself being one of only a few of his brother marines in his unit to survive the second Battle of Fallujah, which his Company was one of the first to lead the invasion of. Zak is still under treatment, but he and his family are in touch with us and thank us and you continually for giving him (and them) the belief that the community supports them. We are optimistic about his recovery but Zak has a lot to overcome. It will take considerable time to know the result of our (and more especially his) efforts, but we are there to support him and his family. 2007 – This last year we had two honorees, because of the large number of deployments from our area and the simple fact that we could not choose between candidates to honor.  Army Private First Class (PFC) John Shurick of Millville MA. PFC Shurick has damage to his right foot which does and will cause him continual pain for the rest of his life, but this is the least of his worries. He has permanent brain damage, as a result of being too close to the blast area of no less than 14 different Improvised Explosive Devices (IED’s) he encountered during his deployment. John was one of the first of a great many Iraq war veterans to experience this phenomenon, similar to “shaken baby syndrome”. In fact, John’s condition was not recognized by the VA when it was originally experienced, and his condition was attributed to and treated as PTSD. Many households in his family spent all they had on private treatment to properly diagnose his condition and put him on the path to the best recovery possible- and it was only recently that his condition was officially recognized, due to the large amount of similar cases being presented to the VA. Marine Corporal Patrick Murray, of North Kingstown RI. Patrick is an exceptional young man. He lost his lower right leg as a result of an encounter with an IED. He remains optimistic about his future, and he has learned to use his prosthetic leg effectively. He is currently working as a construction engineer for a major firm in Bethesda, MD, and taking college courses to further his career. His father was a Firefighter in the town of Newport Rhode Island for over 25 years. This family has dedicated their lives to community service, for all of our benefit. 2008: Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to our honoree for this year- Army Private Vincent Mannion. Vincent is only 20 years old. His was involved with clearing the city of Tikrit, which included going house to house to search for suspected insurgents and foreign miltants. Vincent didn’t see the “trip wire”, and got caught in the blast of a delayed fuse explosive device made from two large mortar shells. Besides the shrapnel wounds he received, he suffers from TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury), on a scale much larger than John Shurick’s. Vincent can walk a few hundred feet at a time, and he is learning to feed himself again. He was unable to talk until very recently, where small breakthroughs are occurring. He is completely cognizant, understanding everything going on around him, including conversation. He can communicate through a system of eye blinks, if the person he is talking with is trained on how to pose questions in a way where his responses can be effective. Vincent’s situation is so severe and so complex that the Veteran’s Administration admitted they do not have the expertise to handle it appropriately, and Vincent is being treated privately at the Spaulding Rehabilitation Facility in Boston. You really should meet this young man. We believe he is so determined, that he will some day find a way to live a productive and independent life- but he will need many years of treatment. You can meet Vincent by attending our party for him! As well, at the time of this writing we believe that both James Crosby and John Shurick will be attending too! Come meet these young men and their families and let them know you support them, or just say thanks to them, have a great meal with us all, and enjoy the music and entertainment. Last year we had close to 600 in attendance, with 300 or so motorcyclists participating in the police escorted ride throughout the beautiful northern Rhode Island area. We are ready to accommodate 1000 or more this year. We have “biker games” too, where we entertain the audience with a “slow race”, and other events. There will be a live band performing classic rock, southern rock, and blues favorites. There is a shaded dining area where we will serve “grilled chicken and fixin’s” to over 200 guests at a time, with plenty for all. There will be raffles, and a “best bike” contest (judged by Vincent) There is ample free and secure parking for both motorcycles of all types and “cagers” too. This venue is perfect for this type of event. Riders and non-riders are welcome- there is never any trouble, because this is for our young service people- and there is a great sense of community felt by all who attend. Please consider joining us this year. If you can’t attend, please consider purchasing a raffle ticket for the “mini-chopper” we are offering as a prize. We hope to see you there. All respect.oldhvymetal

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DATE: 24 Apr 2008, 8:32 am / MOOD: Angry

on CNN... In Framingham Massachussetts, zip ties were found strung accross Belknap road- about 4-5 feet off the ground.

WTF??????

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DATE: 27 Mar 2008, 4:18 am / MOOD: Happy

Everybody- stop by and say happy birthday to MCLady58...

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DATE: 10 Feb 2008, 6:37 am / MOOD: Anxious

The 4th Annual "Ride For the Brave will be held Sunday July 13. 2008... with a rain date of the following Sunday, July 20th.

All are welcome to come shake hands with local heroes, Purple Heart winners returning home from the Iraq War.

Location and all details to be announced soon. Please, mark your calenders for this date. For the last three years this has been a great party, and a heatwarming tribute to some fantstic local men and women that deserve to know just how much we respect and support them. You are welcome to read my blogs about the first three... 

...this isn't the last you'll be hearing from me about it, trust.  

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DATE: 15 Jan 2008, 11:29 pm / MOOD: Satisfied

I have some very well respected friends from the south and the southwest who tease me about winter where I live, in New England. They've messaged me and left comments on my page to give me a hard time about shoveling snow, cold temperatures, etc....

I know that's not really what they're doing, though. They're getting in touch with me at certain times because they've been watching the news reports and are concerned that my family and I will be ok when hard weather hits here.

I so respect and value that. They are real friends, concerned for me and my family. I'll remind y'all, I'm an old dude now and have lived where I do for a long time and am ok with what Mother Nature throws at us this time of year.

I just have to say to y'all, there are few things in life that God gives us that are more beautiful than the New England landscape on a nice day after a snowstorm. For those who have never seen it, I respectfully think you are missing out on one of God's greatest gifts to us.

We bikers in New England ride in the spring, summer, fall, and only sometimes in the winter- another gift when we can ride in winter. Winter for us is generally for wrenching and detailing... tho' many days during our winter, moons align so that we can ride, and when that happens- we do. Seasons here are generally 3 months each.

All that being said- last night we had a pretty good snowstorm. It was "trash day" on my street so I put the trash barrels out to be collected by the town, but in the process of getting myself ready for work and putting the trash out I forgot my lunch! I got two miles away from home before I realized that, and had to turn around and go home to get it- but because of the beautiful scenery I saw in those two miles I decided to take my camera with me too- and stopped some places to take pics on my way in to work.

I did not go out of my way on my way in to work to take these pictures, I just pulled over to take them while on my regular route in... 

I am not a professional photographer, nor do I have some "Fancy Dan" camera.

Check out the gallery on my page. There are new pics of average New England scenery after a snowstorm. for those who haven't seen it in person, trust the pictures do not do true justice...

My friends Pancake and Sabine tell me they have been missing snow... and I promised Bella in an earlier message I would post these pics. For Cake and Beanie, I hope the new pics help instead of hurt... all respect.

I thank God that I am a New Englad biker. I would gladly defend my home, my family, my land, and my neighbors- to the death if it were needed. As for my friends, I would defend you in the same way- should I be given the honor.

All respect.   

 

 

 

 

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DATE: 15 Nov 2007, 6:16 pm / MOOD: Anxious

Sunday meeting with the Iron Indians and the local Christian Riders groups to begin planning the 4th annual "Ride for the Brave", honoring (and maybe accidentally) raising a few dollars for local veterans coming home from the War in Iraq who's situations are more serious than the VA reimburses for... please say a prayer that we see the right thing to do, that we do the right thing, and that folks will see what we're doing as the right thing so that they come out and support these young servicepeople. Trust, you're not hearing the last of this from me... All Respect.

Hey maybe we can use this run as a "meet and greet" for BW members from RI, MA, and CT?????????? All are welcome- come to this run from CA for cryin' out loud! I'll take 2 weeks  off from work to be tour guide for anybody who wants to come to RI to participate in this run and who also want to tour New England. I'll help care for your horses if they need it, and see to it you have comfortable accomodations. See my blogs from the past years runs- All Respect.

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