Category: Midway Route 2026 SITREPs

These past 10 days have changed so many lives in so many ways. They have shown people just how far they are willing to go for complete strangers and a shared mission. We have been brought to our limits and even pushed past them. If we tripped along the way, our family members have been right there beside us to catch us and help along the way.

We have endured challenges along the way and faced them head on. Opportunities have been presented and accepted, capabilities and skill refined and polished, and for some emotions and feelings exposed to begin or even continue the process of healing.

From the very beginning stages of committing to the run, through the planning and preparation phases, even as a veteran rider to the run we still encounter questions and skepticism of ‘why do you do it’. The answers are simple for most, we ride for those who cannot. But if you dig a little deeper for many, it’s a calling in of itself, to help others along the way. And for FNG riders, they really can’t explain it other than an opportunity. It’s not until they experience the run and witness the magic of the run first hand to fully begin to understand the mission.

From the start I had not planned to finish out the run to DC and began looking for a writer to continue the SITREPs after my departure when I was introduced to an FNG studying to become a History Teacher, Miss Natalie Fielding, aka Guess Again 2. She immediately caught my attention with her attention to detail on interactions with riders, volunteers, and ability to tell her story and experiences within the first part of the ride. She never expected the opportunity that I was about to offer her, the chance to publish those experiences for the world to see. Her first SITREP from Shawnee to Forrest City nailed it with ease and you could tell she was hooked into sharing it with the world.

As we progressed across the nation, plans changed and the voice inside kept telling me that I still had more work to be done as the photographer/videographer. (pesky little thing, but it was right) So many memories were made on this run, some captured and preserved to see, others too delicate and remained simply with their owner.

When we arrived at Lincoln’s Memorial in the constant drizzle of rain, the look of the citizens and tourists, dressed in their rain coats and carrying their umbrellas, was partially of concern but more of confusion as a group of bikers, dressed in leathers and simple baseball caps, braved the rain without even batting an eye. Little did they know that we have weathered through it all, three different routes, each encountering different challenges and conquering them all. And the rain, this was child’s play.

After coming together for a group photo, all the riders proceeded down to the apex of the Vietnam Memorial Wall where the 4 Route Coordinators came together to lay the plaque and officially call out, Mission Accomplished.

 

From here, the FNG’s had their pins turned symbolizing their accomplishment while others paid their respects to friends and family on the wall.

Bio’s were matched up with those etched in the stone.

Prayers were said, and tears were shed.

Bag pipes were played in the rain on the grassy knoll, all while streams of water ran down the stone and through the names as if shedding tears of their own.

 

As we finish our missions and begin to go our separate ways once again, you’ll find yourself pushing the refueling time at the pump, looking in your mirrors for the bike behind you, even raising your head and looking at the sound of another bike to see if it is another RFTW rider. You will find yourself re-reading SITREPs and posts, telling stories to coworkers that will continue to look at you in the way for a straight jacket. And believe it or not, you’re already looking forward to next year, or even the next time you can ride with your RFTW family.

So pick up the phone, text a quick message, plan a get together or ride. If you need help, don’t hesitate to make that cry for help. Just remember, Ohana means Family, Midway is a family route, where no one gets left behind, or forgotten.

Until next time….

Keep the rubber side down,

Shiney Side Up!

And yes, I will ask it…

Is It May 2027 Yet?

 

Ben ‘Stitch’ Noyce

The final morning of my first Run For The Wall started with something we had not felt in days: cool air. After almost a week and a half of heat, humidity, and sweating through every layer possible, the breeze rolling through the staging area in Smithfield felt incredible. Riders stood around with coffee in hand enjoying the quiet morning before kickstands went up for our last full riding day together as Midway Route.

Even though it was early, everybody seemed wide awake. There was this strange mix of excitement and sadness hanging around staging. You could tell people were proud to be getting close to Washington, D.C., but at the same time nobody really wanted the ride to end.

Before departure, Chaplain Corps gathered everyone together for prayer. Like every morning on this mission, it brought everything back into perspective. No matter how many laughs, fuel stops, miles, or memories happen throughout the day, the reason we ride always comes first.

One thing that definitely kept the morning entertaining was Wind Dog walking around staging with what may have been the largest bag of popcorn ever seen at a movie theater parking lot.

Honestly, somewhere between North Carolina and Virginia, the popcorn became part of the convoy.

The ride into Virginia was smooth, and according to the medical team, it was a “boring trip,” which in Run For The Wall language is exactly what everybody hopes for. No major issues, no accidents, and thousands of riders continuing safely toward D.C.

At one point during the morning riders meet, FNG Coordinator Bullseye had everybody laughing while going over a few last-minute reminders before departure. Moments like that helped keep the mood light even as everyone realized the ride was starting to wind down.

Before arriving in Quantico, we stopped at Richmond Harley-Davidson for lunch, and honestly it felt like one big family cookout by that point in the trip. Volunteers had hotdogs and hamburgers ready for everybody along with drinks and yes… somehow even MORE popcorn. I genuinely do not know how popcorn became such a recurring theme on this run, but by Day 10 it had basically earned honorary rider status.

Riders filled the parking lot laughing, swapping stories, taking pictures, and trying to enjoy every last moment together before the final push toward D.C. Some people relaxed in the shade while others wandered through the dealership or checked out bikes, while a few people were stretched out sleeping on the couches inside the shop. After spending over a week together on the road, even simple lunch stops started feeling special because everybody knew the ride was almost over.

While we were there, Wind Dog was also presented with a kill switch ring because of his brand new nickname, and honestly the entire thing was hilarious. Everybody was laughing while he got completely roasted. Moments like that are such a huge part of this mission. Even after long exhausting days on the road, people still find ways to keep everybody smiling.One of the biggest stops of the day was the National Museum of the Marine Corps in Quantico, Virginia. Unfortunately, this is where my ride for this year had to come to an end. I had to leave once we arrived at Quantico because I still had a long ride ahead of me to pick up my car before driving home for work early the next morning.

Thankfully, I have visited the Marine Corps Museum several times before, so while I hated leaving the group, I knew exactly how special that stop was for everyone experiencing it for the first time. Friends later told me about walking through the exhibits and seeing artifacts like the Iwo Jima flag and exhibits from World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. Several riders talked about how emotional the museum felt and how quiet parts of the building became as people stopped to take everything in.

One story multiple people told me about afterward was the Korean War exhibit and the famous Tootsie Roll story from the Battle of Chosin Reservoir. Marines had requested mortar rounds using the code word “Tootsie Rolls,” but actual candy arrived instead. Ironically, the candy ended up helping troops survive in freezing temperatures because it could still be eaten frozen solid. It was one of those small unexpected pieces of history that sticks with people.

I also heard about the final riders meeting and how emotional it became as reality started setting in that the mission was almost over. Somewhere along these ten days, strangers became family.

Riders who barely knew each other in California were now hugging goodbye in Virginia like lifelong friends.

As I rode away from Quantico and started heading home, I had a lot of time to think. Before this year, I honestly thought Run For The Wall would probably be a one time experience for me. I thought I would do it once, say I completed it, make some memories, and move on.

But somewhere between the fuel stops, the laughter over comms, the endless miles, the emotional memorial visits, the early morning riders meetings, and the people who welcomed me in like family from day one, that completely changed.

What started as “just doing the ride once” turned into finding a family I never expected.

That is what makes the ending feel so bittersweet. I am exhausted, emotional, and sad that this year is ending, but at the same time I already know this is not goodbye for me.

As long as I am able to ride, I will keep coming back.

Until next year,

– Natalie ‘Guess Again 2’ Fielding

Our first stop of the morning was Asheville Harley Davidson and pulling into the dealership felt unreal. The sun was just starting to come up over the Blue Ridge Mountains and the entire sky looked painted in pink, orange, purple, and blue. Low fog rolled through the mountains making everything look almost smoky, and there was a cool breeze in the air that felt AMAZING before the North Carolina heat decided to attack us later in the day.

For a few quiet moments before the engines fired up, everybody just stood there taking in the sunrise. After days of long miles, loud engines, and nonstop movement, it felt peaceful.

Even that early in the morning, the dealership was full of energy. Updates were given on the fundraiser competition and the Patriots are STILL holding first place, Army is in second, and Marines are in third. The competition is definitely heating up and people are getting very serious about those bragging rights. There was also a beautiful handmade quilt donated along with one more incredible iron plaque from yesterday that riders gathered around admiring and purchasing.

The prayer this morning was led by Chaplain “Lucky Charm,” who did a great job starting the day off right, and Kim sang the National Anthem beautifully as everybody gathered.

Then they asked for an FNG volunteer, which immediately made the entire parking lot go quiet because nobody knew what they were volunteering for. One brave FNG finally hesitantly walked up there probably wondering what he had just signed himself up for… only for them to hand him a Chick-fil-A gift card and send him right back. The whole crowd started laughing because everybody had been so suspicious for absolutely no reason.

Then a little later, when it was time to go over hand signals, they AGAIN asked for an FNG volunteer without saying why. At that point nobody trusted them anymore and everybody started laughing. Eventually another volunteer stepped forward and they joked, “Don’t worry, this one isn’t for a gift card.” The timing of it was perfect and the whole parking lot lost it.

Today’s bio was for Staff Sergeant Justin “Dutch” Michael Estes. Hearing his story was emotional enough on its own, but what made it even more powerful was learning that William Strobeck, who is riding here with us on the mission, actually served with Dutch in Germany and during Operation Iraqi Freedom. William will be carrying Dutch’s bio all the way to the Wall in Washington, D.C. You could feel the emotion in the crowd afterward.

Once we got on the road, North Carolina absolutely showed off today. The lavender growing along the highway mixed with all the wildflowers and mountain views was unreal. Between the fog rolling over the hills and the sunrise lighting everything up,

Fuel Stop 1 was at Sheetz, but after fueling we headed over to Pressly Memorial A.R. Presbyterian Church where Food Lion had donated 175 bottles of water for riders. They also had fruit and popcorn chicken waiting for us which tasted amazing after the heat started to kick off. As we continued south, we passed through small towns where people lined the roads waving flags, cheering, saluting, and standing outside just to support us for a few seconds as we rode by. Every single overpass seemed to have people standing on it waving American flags. It still amazes me how people who have never met us will stand in the heat for hours just to say thank you to veterans.

Lunch in Siler City was EXACTLY what all of us needed after being out in the heat. The church served steaks, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, peach cobbler, and ice cream, and everything was homemade. After sweating in riding gear all day, that meal felt like a reset button for the entire route.

But honestly, today’s heat and humidity completely wiped everybody out.

I have never seen anything like it before. Riders were coming inside the church just trying to cool off for a few minutes, and before long the church lobby was filled with sleeping bodies everywhere. People were laid out on chairs, against walls, on the floor, wherever they could find a cool spot to rest for a little while. Today truly winded all of us. The combination of the heat, humidity, gear, and long miles really started catching up to people.

Then we made our way to Falcon Children’s Home in Falcon, North Carolina, population: 390.

Tiny town. Huge hearts.

There are currently 85 students at Falcon, and getting to spend time with them and hear about their dreams for the future was incredibly special. Out of respect for their privacy, I won’t be sharing their names, but hearing one student talk about wanting to become a country singer one day and watching another recent graduate sing the National Anthem before heading off to college in Tennessee was very inspiring.

The school choir also performed two songs for us, and wow… it was beautiful. You could see people throughout the room wiping away tears, myself included. I kept trying to hold it together, but it was hard. These kids are not much younger than me, and hearing them sing with so much heart while knowing some of the challenges many of them have faced made the moment hit even harder.

Then RFTW surprised each graduating senior with a $150 gift card. Watching the students’ reactions was one another of those moments where you could physically see how much this mission means.

What honestly surprised me most is that I live in Raleigh, only about an hour away from Falcon, and before today I had never even heard of Falcon Children’s Home or the school there. Seeing the impact this place has on so many students really opened my eyes to how many incredible organizations are quietly changing lives right in our own backyard without most people even realizing it. I will absolutely be spreading the word when I get home because places like this deserve support, recognition, and people willing to show up for these kids and their futures.We also learned about Gary Bird and the “Diaper Run” that he helps with through his chase truck, which supports women and mothers by collecting and delivering diapers and other needed supplies. Hearing about programs like that was another reminder that this mission is not only about honoring veterans, but also about serving communities and helping people however we can along the way.

And of course there was Mr. Cool, an 82-year-old RFTW rider still out here riding and proving age means absolutely nothing when your heart is in the mission.

The ride to dinner was… rough

Traffic had backed up for a while, and we ended up sitting in the heat wearing full gear with the humidity absolutely draining every ounce of energy we had left. One lane had been shut down because of an accident, so while everyone was tired and ready to get moving again, there was also this shared feeling of hoping everybody involved was safe and okay.

But as exhausting as that ride was, the welcome waiting for everyone at Bizzell Grove Pentecostal Holiness Church made every second worth it.

My grandpa lives near Washington, D.C., and since we do not get to see him very often, we ended up peeling off right before dinner to meet up with my dad instead because they hadn’t seen each other for a while. As much as I had been looking forward to the famous spaghetti stop, getting unexpected extra time with family during this mission was really special too.

But even though I was not there for dinner, EVERYBODY made sure to tell me all about it afterward.

Bizzell Grove Pentecostal Holiness Church apparently gave the route one of the sweetest welcomes ever. Riders pulled into a driveway lined with American flags while people stood outside cheering before the bikes even had their kickstands down. After such a long, hot, exhausting day, that kind of welcome meant a lot to everybody.

And then came the famous “Igloo Spaghetti.”

Yes… spaghetti served out of giant Igloo coolers.

And yes… according to basically every rider I talked to afterward, it somehow tasted AMAZING.

Apparently it is one of those Midway Route traditions people look forward to all year long.

Between the spaghetti, homemade desserts, hugs, laughter, and the love poured into that stop, everybody kept describing it less like a dinner stop and more like being welcomed home by family.

By the time today came to an end, I think everybody was feeling the miles a little extra.The heat wore us down, the humidity tested everybody’s patience, and there were moments today that were emotional in ways I did not expect. But somehow, even on the hardest days, this mission has a way of bringing people together and reminding you why every mile matters.

Some days on this mission feel exciting and fun, and then there are days like today that just hit differently. Between the mountain sunrise this morning, the overwhelming heat, the emotional stories shared throughout the day, and reminders everywhere we went that kindness still exists in this world, Day 9 felt like one of those days I will be thinking about for a very long time.

Catch y’all tomorrow for my final day on this year’s ride. More laughs, more memories, and at least three more moments of asking myself why I packed black riding gear in May.

-Natalie ‘Guess Again 2’ Fielding

By Guess Again 2

Another day in Cookeville, Tennessee… and honestly, this morning felt like luxury. For the first time all week, we finally got to sleep in and wake up after the sun instead of waking up to pitch black darkness at 4am. Nobody was zombie-walking around the hotel lobby this morning. People actually looked rested for once. There were way fewer energy drinks and giant coffees being carried around too, which might honestly be a Run For The Wall miracle. People looked refreshed, recharged, and ready to ride.

One of the best parts of the morning was that staging was right at the hotel, so nobody had to worry about rushing somewhere or trying not to be late. We had our daily riders meeting, went over the day’s outreach opportunities, and then kickstands were up a little before 9:30.

Today’s outreach opportunities included Sunbright Veterans Memorial, Southside Elementary School, and the Tennessee State Veterans Home. I went to Outreach #2 in Lebanon, Tennessee at Southside Elementary School.

The ride there was absolutely beautiful. Tennessee continues to amaze me every single day. The sky was the brightest blue with huge fluffy white clouds stretched across it, and the greenery here almost doesn’t even look real. The trees, rolling hills, fresh cut grass, and that crisp smell of nature while riding is something I wish I could bottle up and bring home with me forever. Right before we got to the school though… that southern heat definitely introduced itself. You could feel it immediately the second we slowed down.

When we pulled into Southside Elementary, students, faculty, and volunteers were all lined up outside waiting for us waving American flags with the biggest smiles on their faces. The kids were chanting “USA! USA! USA!” before we even got parked. It was impossible not to smile hearing all of them cheering for us with so much excitement.

They welcomed us with completely open arms and had a ceremony prepared for us inside the gymnasium. We stood together for the Pledge of Allegiance, and the school chorus sang the National Anthem for us. One of the coolest moments was when Ivan ran through the gym carrying the American flag while the students absolutely lost their minds cheering and chanting “USA” again. The energy in that gym was incredible.

After the ceremony, we all headed back outside to the bikes and that’s when the chaos in the best way possible started. The students got to come out, sit on the motorcycles, ask us questions, rev engines, take pictures, and basically live out their coolest biker dreams for a few minutes. The second those kids saw the bikes up close, their eyes got HUGE. They wanted to know how fast they go, how far we’ve ridden, if the bikes ever break down, and if our backs hurt after riding all day long. A few of them were very serious about wanting to know which bike was the loudest too.

One little girl climbed onto my grandpa’s bike and immediately said, “I feel famous.” Another student asked if we were “real motorcycle people or movie motorcycle people, ” which made all of us laugh. But my favorite question of the entire day came from one little boy who looked at our bike dead serious and asked me, “Is that a race bike or a superhero bike?”

Obviously the correct answer was superhero bike.

Another young RFTW rider named Cole brought stacks of stickers and pins to hand out to the students and was kind enough to give me a pile to hand out too. The kids absolutely LOST their minds over them. The stickers were stars with all different variations and patterns of the American flag, and the second the kids saw them, little hands were flying up everywhere trying to get one. Within minutes there were patriotic star stickers on shirts, backpacks, water bottles… and somehow all over their faces too. Some of the kids were proudly walking around with stickers stuck to both cheeks like tiny little patriotic warriors. A few were already trying to trade designs with each other before we even left. Watching them get so excited over something so simple was one of the sweetest parts of the day.

Before we left, we did a lap around the school while everyone stood outside waving goodbye to us. It was one of those moments where you just kind of sit there smiling in your helmet.

Our next stop was the Wilson County Veterans Memorial where we were escorted in by Wilson County police officers and sheriffs. There’s honestly no way to fully explain what it feels like seeing overpasses filled with people waving flags or entire police departments taking time out of their day just to safely escort us into town. Every single stop reminds me more and more that this mission means something huge to so many people across the country.

When we arrived, they had lunch waiting for us from Mission BBQ and let me just say… they absolutely fed us well. Pulled pork sandwiches, chicken sandwiches, mac and cheese, green beans, chocolate chip cookies, sweet tea, lemonade… southern hospitality is VERY real and none of us left hungry. At this point I think half of Run For The Wall is powered by patriotism and mac and cheese.

But one of the biggest highlights of the entire trip happened at this stop.

I had the chance to meet Susan Hunter, author of 77 Letters: Operation Morale Booster: Vietnam.

Before she even spoke to everyone, I wandered over to her table and immediately knew I wanted a copy of her book. I told her I’m currently an undergrad at UNC Chapel Hill graduating next spring and that I hope to become a high school U.S. history teacher one day. I also told her I’ve already started building a collection of books for my future classroom because I want my students to connect with history through real stories and personal experiences, not just textbooks.

I asked if she would sign my copy and maybe leave a message for my future students.

Not only did she happily sign it, but she also gave me a copy of her newest book The Bravest Generation as an early graduation gift and wrote a message in that one too. What stood out most to me wasn’t just the books themselves, but how excited she was hearing about my future classroom and my love for history. The second I started talking about wanting students to connect with history through real stories, you could tell her face lit up. It felt less like a quick author interaction and more like one history lover encouraging another, which made the moment even more special to me.

Then came the best part: hearing her speak.

Susan talked about how 77 Letters was inspired by Operation Morale Booster during the Vietnam War, where Americans wrote letters to service members overseas to remind them they were seen, supported, and remembered. She shared stories about veterans carrying those letters with them for years and how words from complete strangers became sources of comfort

during some of the hardest moments of their lives. You could tell this wasn’t just a book to her. It’s a mission to preserve stories that deserve to be remembered.

As someone who loves history, hearing those personal stories means so much more to me than memorizing dates ever could. It reminded me exactly why I want to teach history in the first place.

After we left Lebanon, we headed back to Cookeville for some downtime before dinner. Some people went swimming, some took naps, some explored around town, and others gathered in little circles around the hotel lobby swapping stories and laughing together. It’s kind of amazing looking around now and realizing these people aren’t just riders anymore. Somewhere between the early mornings, gas stops, shared meals, and miles on the road, this group turned into a family.

Later that evening we all regrouped and headed to the Putnam County Convention Center for dinner night two. And once again…Cookeville showed OUT. There were pulled pork sandwiches, mac and cheese, beans, coleslaw, and rows of red, white, and blue cupcakes everywhere you looked.

Then came the awards and recognitions.

I would love to list every single person recognized tonight because there were so many incredible stories shared, but I would probably be here writing until kickstands up tomorrow morning.

There was one person recognized tonight who especially stood out to me: Sarah Marie Cox. Sarah made the decision to miss her own college graduation in order to ride with Run For The Wall alongside her Marine veteran father, her mother, and her younger brother. Her mom also coordinated fuel for us across the entire state of New Mexico, which is already an enormous contribution to this mission by itself.

Sarah started this journey all the way in Ontario, California and is riding every single mile to Washington, D.C.

Now here’s the part that made the entire room lose it a little…

Not only did she give up attending graduation for this mission, but she graduated with honors AND a perfect 4.0 GPA earning her Bachelor of Science in Family and Child Studies with a concentration in Multicultural Education.

I kept sitting there thinking about how much work that represents. The late nights, exams, papers, stress, studying, everything. Four years of hard work leading up to one moment… and she chose to spend that week riding across the country honoring veterans instead.

That says a lot about the kind of person she is.

And then came one of the sweetest moments of the night.

Without her knowing, they surprised her with her own graduation ceremony right there at Run For The Wall. They brought out a cap and gown, called her name forward, and presented her with a diploma in front of the entire room:

“Sarah Marie Cox. Bachelor of Science in Family and Child Studies, Multicultural Education.”

The convention center absolutely ERUPTED. People were cheering, clapping, standing up, whistling… It felt like proud family members watching one of their own walk across the stage.

You could see how much it meant to her and to everyone else too.

Later in the evening, Gold Star Daughter Shannon Spake shared a song called Gold Star Daughter, and the room went completely quiet as it played through the convention center. It was one of those moments where nobody was looking at their phones or whispering to the person next to them. Everyone was just listening.

You could feel the emotion in the room immediately.

As the song continued, people slowly started reaching for tissues, wrapping arms around each other, or quietly sitting there reflecting. Some veterans stared down at the floor, some closed their eyes, and others simply listened with tears running down their faces. It was one of those moments where the entire room felt connected without anyone even needing to say a word.

And just when you thought the evening couldn’t become any more meaningful, the Cookeville JROTC took the stage for a special presentation honoring the Desert Shield and Desert Storm veterans in attendance.

One by one, they called each veteran individually to stand up, thanked them for their service, saluted them, and presented them with gifts and recognition. Watching those young cadets stand face to face with veterans from another generation was incredibly moving. You could see the respect in the students’ faces and the pride in the veterans’ expressions as the room applauded each person called forward.

By the end of the night everyone was emotionally exhausted, full of barbecue, and very ready for bed.

Eventually we all made our way back to the hotel to get some much needed sleep before another early morning.

Another unforgettable day filled with laughter, loud motorcycles, happy tears, little kids covered in patriotic stickers, and memories I know I’ll carry with me forever. Tennessee has been so good to us.

Now it’s time to get some sleep and recharge before tomorrow’s kickstands up and another day on the road with this amazing RFTW family.

Until tomorrow,

— Natalie “Guess Again 2” Fielding

By Guess Again 2

Today was one of those days that somehow felt loud, emotional, exhausting, comforting, and unforgettable all at the exact same time.

Our morning started in Cookeville at Country Inn & Suites, and before we even thought about kickstands up, the staff had already gone out of their way to make sure every rider was taken care of. They specifically opened breakfast early just for Run For The Wall riders so we could all eat before departure, which meant so much. Feeding this many tired, hungry riders before sunrise is no small task, but they handled it with kindness and smiles the entire time.

After days on the road, hot breakfast and endless cups of coffee start feeling like absolute luxury. Little acts of kindness like that really stay with you out here. These hotel employees did not have to go above and beyond for us, but they did anyway, and you could tell they genuinely cared about the mission and wanted us to start the day happy, fed, and ready to ride.

Outside, the Tennessee morning was already warm and humid. The air smelled like coffee, gasoline, sunscreen, and that thick southern humidity that somehow hits you before the sun is even fully awake. Sleepy riders wandered through the Sam’s Club parking lot carrying helmets and breakfast plates, trying to fully wake up while laughing with each other and preparing for another long day on the road.

Some people looked exhausted. Some were somehow already full of energy. Music drifted softly from a bike speaker somewhere in the distance while engines slowly started roaring to life one by one. There is something about those early morning parking lot moments that has started feeling strangely comforting. It is chaotic, loud, sleepy, and exciting all at once, but somehow it works perfectly every single day.

At the beginning of the riders meeting, an Iron Maker generously handcrafted signs for each branch of the military and gifted them to Run For The Wall for riders to purchase as a fundraiser for the mission. There were only a few made for each branch, which made them feel even more special. You could tell how much time, effort, and pride went into every single one. Riders gathered around looking through the signs, pointing out their branch or the branch family members served in, and purchasing them to help support Run For The Wall. It was such a thoughtful contribution and another reminder of how many people quietly use their talents and creativity to give back to this mission.

This morning’s prayer was led by Addy Reilly, and it was such a nice way to start the day. Her prayer was positive, heartfelt, and really set the tone for the morning before departure. The parking lot got surprisingly quiet while she spoke, with riders gathered around their bikes listening before another long day on the road. Addy came on the Run with her grandpa, Gary Burs, which made it even more special seeing a younger generation involved in carrying this mission forward.

Before departure, all the road guards gathered everyone together to review hand signals one more time. Watching them work together every day is absolutely incredible. So much trust and coordination goes into moving this many motorcycles safely across the country, and those road guards carry so much responsibility while somehow still keeping everybody smiling and laughing at every stop.

Our first stop of the day was Wilson Elementary School in Crawford, Tennessee, and I genuinely do not think anyone expected such a tiny rural school to leave such a huge impact on us.

Today was actually the students’ last day of school before summer break, but instead of mentally checking out for vacation, these kids chose to spend the day honoring veterans and welcoming Run For The Wall riders.

As we rolled in, students lined the sidewalks waving flags, cheering, and holding handmade signs. Some kids were jumping up and down trying to high five riders as we passed. Volunteers had cameras out everywhere. Teachers stood smiling while trying to keep excited students organized. The entire school felt full of energy and heart.

Everything took place inside the gymnasium, and that made it feel even more personal. The gym was simple, decorated with patriotic colors and filled with excited students who were so happy we were there. You could hear kids whispering excitedly to each other while riders walked in, and every veteran who entered the room was welcomed with applause and smiles.

Principal Mrs. Fisher welcomed us before the students began their presentations and performances. One of the moments that really stood out to me was when they asked Desert Storm and Gulf War veterans to stand in honor of the 35th anniversary of Desert Storm.

Watching those veterans slowly rise while a small gym full of children clapped for them was incredibly meaningful. It did not feel flashy or overdone. It just felt sincere and full of appreciation.

The fourth grade class dressed up as the branches of the United States Armed Forces: Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, and Coast Guard. There were oversized uniforms, tiny salutes, nervous smiles, and one little Uncle Sam proudly standing with the group. It was sweet in the best way possible.

Then the seventh grade class performed “God Bless the USA” by Lee Greenwood along with a choreographed dance routine, and you could tell how much effort and pride they had put into it.

Riders clapped along while veterans smiled watching the students perform. The entire stop felt less like an event and more like a community coming together to say thank you.

This year also marks the 250th anniversary of our country, which made the stop feel even more meaningful. Right Turn, the RFTW Ambassador Lead, and his wife also had shirts specially made for all the students, teachers, and faculty, which was such a thoughtful gesture and made the day even more special for everyone involved.

After all the presentations wrapped up in the gymnasium, the school invited us into the cafeteria for food before we got back on the road. Riders filled the cafeteria grabbing food, cooling off, and talking with students, teachers, and volunteers before departure.

One thing I loved seeing was that some riders skipped food altogether and stayed back in the gymnasium just to spend more time with the kids. They handed out bracelets, stickers, and pins while talking with students, taking pictures, and answering questions. Moments like that are what make these school stops so special because the kids are not just watching riders pass through for a few minutes, they are creating memories and connections they will remember for a very long time.

After leaving Wilson Elementary, we headed to Fuel Stop 1. It was one of those quick but needed stops where everyone topped off, grabbed water, stretched their legs, and checked in with each other before heading toward Knoxville. Even the short fuel stops have their own little rhythm now: bikes rolling in, road guards directing everyone, riders waving to locals, and people using the few minutes off the bike to cool down before the next stretch.

Eventually it was kickstands up again as we headed toward Knoxville under bright blue skies and some serious southern heat.

By the time we reached lunch at the East Tennessee Veterans Memorial, everybody was hot, hungry, and very ready to get off the bikes for a little while.

One of the traditions at the memorial is walking through the fountain, and as soon as we arrived, riders immediately started making their way through the water trying to cool off from the Tennessee heat before lunch. Watching everybody splash through it laughing like little kids after such a long hot ride was such a fun sight.

My grandpa and I decided to wait until after we ate to do it, and I am so glad we did. Right before we got back on the bikes to leave for the next stop, my grandpa Richard Fielding, a Vietnam veteran, and I walked through the fountain together holding hands. The cold water felt amazing before heading back out into the heat, but the moment itself is what I will remember forever. Everything slowed down for a second in the middle of such a busy day, and out of all the miles we have traveled so far, that memory with my grandpa will stay with me the longest.

After cooling off and making our way over to lunch, riders quickly started talking about one thing in particular: the pulled pork.

I think people will still be talking about it by the end of the Run.

It was so tender and juicy that riders kept joking it did not even need barbecue sauce. There were beans, chips, cookies, sweet tea, and groups of riders sitting together under shaded areas cooling off and relaxing before getting back on the road.

The memorial itself was beautiful, but one thing that especially stood out to me was the patriotic memorial wreath decorated with red, white, and blue flowers and a navy bow in the center that was carried by Run For The Wall members. There was something really meaningful about seeing riders themselves take part in honoring and remembering those who served. Wreaths like these symbolize remembrance, honor, and respect for fallen service members and veterans. The circular shape represents eternity and remembrance without end, and standing there looking at it among all the motorcycles, veterans, and American flags made me stop for a second and think about why we ride.

Something else that stayed on my heart all day was traveling through East Tennessee and Western North Carolina knowing so many communities here are still recovering from Hurricane Helene, which devastated the region in September 2024. As a North Carolinian, it hurts seeing how quickly people moved on once the national news coverage stopped. There are still families living in tents, campers, motels, and temporary housing while trying to rebuild their lives after devastating losses. Some roads and buildings still show visible damage. Entire communities are still struggling quietly while the rest of the country seems to have forgotten.

That is what made today feel even more emotional to me.

Despite everything these people have been through, they STILL showed up for us.

They stood outside waving flags in the heat. They volunteered. They fed us. They handed out waters and ice cream. They smiled, cheered, and honored veterans despite carrying struggles of their own behind the scenes. That kind of strength and kindness deserves the biggest hug imaginable.

I think people forget that recovery does not end when the cameras leave. For many families here, the hardest part started after everybody else stopped paying attention. So being able to ride through these communities today and shine even the smallest light on what they are still going through meant a lot to me personally.

Fuel Stop 2 in Hartford ended up being exactly what everybody needed because the Amoco station staff greeted riders with free ice cold waters and free ice cream to help beat the southern heat. The second people heard “free ice cream,” the entire parking lot suddenly became VERY energetic.

Then we crossed into North Carolina.

My home state.

And I just sat there taking it all in.

Hearing riders from all over the country talk about how beautiful North Carolina is made me really proud. Riders from out west especially kept talking about the mountains, the trees, the winding roads, and how green everything looked compared to home. Watching people experience the beauty of Western North Carolina for the first time after everything this region has been through recently felt really special.

Dinner tonight was hosted by Harley-Davidson of Asheville where we had turkey, mac and cheese, chips, cookies, and more sweet tea. After dinner, riders wandered around the dealership shopping, relaxing, laughing together, and taking pictures after another long day on the road.

By the time we finally made it back to the Holiday Inn, the lobby was overflowing with tired riders trying to check in all at once. Even with the chaos, the hotel staff stayed unbelievably kind. One woman walked around handing out ice cold water bottles to everybody waiting in line, and she instantly became everyone’s favorite person.

Eventually the hotel started settling down. Some riders stayed downstairs talking and laughing in the lobby. Some headed to the pool. Others disappeared straight into their rooms looking absolutely exhausted.

And after today?

I am definitely part of the shower and bed group.

Today reminded me that some of the strongest people are the ones quietly carrying heartbreak while still finding ways to show kindness to others anyway.

Goodnight from Asheville, where the mountains feel like home, the people feel like family, and today gave me memories I know I will carry for the rest of my life.

-Natalie ‘Guess Again 2’ Fielding

The day started early in Forrest City with sleepy riders, hotel coffee, and everybody slowly trying to come back to life before kickoff. Huge shoutout to Comfort Inn & Suites for opening breakfast early just for us because that was VERY appreciated this morning. The weather also gave us a rare little gift for once: partially cloudy skies, an amazing breeze, and temperatures that somehow weren’t trying to personally attack us yet. Spirits were high, bikes were rolling, and it felt like the kind of morning that makes you excited to knock out another day on the road.

Before departure, Siren sang The Star-Spangled Banner, and hearing it early in the morning surrounded by bikes, veterans, and flags was one of those moments that gives you chills no matter how tired you are. We also got an update on the fundraising competition, and somehow the Patriots are STILL winning at $713. The fundraising supports the Midway mission along with schools, memorials, and veterans homes, so even the competition side of things is helping a bigger cause. Tomorrow’s Day 7 outreach opportunities were announced too, including visits to the memorial built by Charles Webb, an elementary school, and a VA home.

This morning, the person we honored and spoke about was Colonel Charles William Burkart Jr., a United States Air Force pilot who was declared Missing in Action after a mission over Laos in 1966. Seeing his photo and hearing his story this morning stayed with me throughout the entire day. During the long hot stretches of road, it became a reminder that this ride is about so much more than motorcycles or making it to the next fuel stop. Every name shared on this run belonged to a real person with a family, a story, and people who still remember them decades later. Carrying those stories across the country feels like one of the most meaningful parts of this experience.

Pipes and Ivan went over hand signals this morning, which definitely came in handy throughout the ride, especially with all the LEO support we had from Dixon, Tennessee helping escort us safely through traffic.

Fuel stop number one felt great. It was still partly cloudy and somehow not unbearably hot yet. That quickly changed. The ride to fuel stop number two took about two hours, and by the time we arrived, you could tell the heat and humidity were getting to everyone. We’re all trying to stay as hydrated as possible, but the humidity makes it feel like you’re sweating out water faster than you can drink it.

One of our amazing medics taught us a hydration life hack this morning though. If you pinch the skin on the top of your left hand using your throttle hand and the skin snaps back quickly, you’re hydrated. If it stays up or slowly goes back down, you’re dehydrated. Safe to say half the group immediately started pinching their hands in parking lots.

 

 

Lunch at Cumberland Presbyterian Church felt like a reset button for the entire group. They served pulled pork, a loaded baked potato bar, salad bar, cakes, pecan pie, apple pie…basically every comfort food imaginable for a bunch of exhausted riders running on fumes and electrolytes. But as incredible as the food was, the real hero was the blasting AC. After baking in the Tennessee heat almost as long as those potatoes, stepping into that freezing cold church felt like entering another dimension. You could literally see people coming back to life one bite and one blast of cold air at a time.

Unfortunately, we had to leave the blessed air conditioning and head back into the heat for the last fuel stop of the day. By then it was brutally hot, humid, and sunny. At the stop, riders were literally hiding in the tiny strip of shade beside an 18 wheeler trailer trying to cool off. Some people were laying on the ground resting, and multiple riders said that was the “shortest 45 minute break ever” because everyone was just exhausted and trying to recover before getting back on the road.

Then came the final ride into Cookeville, and somehow the entire mood shifted. The scenery got greener, the temperatures cooled just a tiny bit, and the massive trees finally started giving us a little shade after baking in the sun all day. Every single stop on this route has been incredible, and we are beyond grateful for every town, church, school, police department, and volunteer who welcomes us with open arms. But Cookeville completely caught all of us off guard in the best way possible. We rode through almost the entire town, and everywhere we looked there were people lined up waving flags, cheering, filming videos, and welcoming riders with nonstop energy and support. It felt like the whole city came outside for Run For The Wall. There was even a helicopter flying overhead following the pack into town, which made the arrival feel even more surreal.

Tonight’s dinner was held at the Leslie Town Centre in Cookeville, and Life Church took care of the dinner for us tonight. After a day of brutal heat, humidity, and exhaustion, it felt like exactly what everyone needed. They served chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, green beans, rolls, and chocolate cake, which already would have been enough to make a bunch of tired riders happy. Riders finally got a chance to sit down, cool off, laugh together, and reflect on the day instead of just focusing on the next fuel stop.

We heard from Shan Stout and Mayor Wheaton tonight, and tomorrow Mayor Randy Porter will be joining events as well. Between the support from veterans, churches, schools, police escorts, and entire communities shutting down streets just to welcome us in, it’s impossible not to feel emotional about what this ride means to so many people.

The evening also included a silent auction and cheesecake auction supporting local elementary schools, VA homes, memorials, and fuel. Clint Conner ran the auction tonight and somehow managed to keep the entire room laughing while also creating complete chaos every time someone raised the bid another hundred dollars. One minute people were relaxed eating dinner, and the next minute entire tables were teaming up and whispering game plans trying to secure the cheesecake.

Clint mentioned that last year’s cheesecake sold for $7,100, which already sounded wild to everybody in the room. Then this year’s special limited edition strawberry cheesecake with the dark chocolate Oreo crust and American flag decoration came out, and suddenly the bidding just kept climbing higher and higher. People were pooling money together, yelling bids across the room, cheering each other on, and fully committing to the moment.So how much did it end up going for?

Can you guess?

…Guess Again. wink wink

Ten thousand dollars.

And the coolest part was that everybody knew it was about way more than just cheesecake. Watching people get that excited to support veterans, schools, memorials, and this mission was such an incredible thing to witness. Still though…that has got to be one of the most expensive cheesecakes in America tonight.

Day 6 tested everybody with the heat, humidity, and exhaustion, but somehow the mission keeps pushing us forward mile after mile.

Now it’s time to cool off, hydrate, and mentally prepare ourselves to do it all again tomorrow.

Goodnight from Cookeville, where the riders are exhausted, the cheesecake costs more than somebody’s motorcycle payment, and the memories somehow keep getting better every single day.

— Natalie “Guess Again 2” Fielding

– Photos by Ben ‘Stitch’ Noyce

The morning started with cool air and gray skies hanging over Shawnee while riders enjoyed the

last few comfortable hours before the humidity finally caught up to us later in the day.

The weather almost felt misleading at first. Cool air drifted through the parking lot while gray

clouds covered the sunrise and kept the temperatures comfortable for the first part of the ride.

Riders actually got to enjoy those early morning miles without immediately feeling cooked inside

riding jackets. But everybody knew it would not last forever. Somewhere further east, the

humidity was waiting patiently for us.

Before the sun even fully came up, hotel parking lots were already alive with motorcycle

engines, radio chatter, coffee runs, and riders trying to convince themselves they were fully

awake. Some people looked ready to conquer the day. Others looked like they were surviving

entirely on caffeine and vibes.

Honestly, most of us were probably somewhere in the middle.

Before the morning meeting, church services were held for riders wanting a peaceful start

before another long day eastbound. Meanwhile, Walmart turned into temporary Run For The

Wall headquarters as riders wandered the aisles hunting breakfast sandwiches, ibuprofen, beef

jerky, rain gear they forgot they packed, and enough energy drinks to medically concern at least

three doctors and a cardiologist.

Back outside, headlights slowly filled the parking lot as platoons lined up row by row. Chrome

reflected off damp pavement while conversations floated through the cool morning air. Some

riders refreshed weather radar apps every five seconds while others joked about how long it

would take before the humidity humbled all of us.

Then came the prayer.

Then the announcements.

Then everybody’s favorite words.

“Kickstands up.

”

And just like that, the quiet morning exploded into the sound of hundreds of motorcycles rolling

east together out of Shawnee.

There is honestly nothing like hearing that many bikes come alive at once. You do not just hear

it. You feel it.

The first fuel stop came quickly, but like every stop on this route, it became way more than just

gas pumps and snacks. Local law enforcement helped escort Midway safely through towns and

intersections while firefighters, first responders, and community members stood outside wavingflags as the pack rolled through. At nearly every stop, people gathered just to watch the

motorcycles arrive, thank riders for the mission, or simply show support however they could.

And somehow, no matter how many towns we pass through, it is still surprising to see how

many people come out just to support the mission and welcome us into their communities.

As the miles stretched east, riders slowly melted into the rhythm of the road. Fuel stops became

places to stretch sore backs, refill hydration packs, clean windshields absolutely destroyed by

bugs, and laugh through the exhaustion. Somewhere between Oklahoma and Arkansas,

strangers had fully turned into family.

The second fuel stop honestly felt more like a reunion than a gas station.

That is Midway magic.

By the time Midway rolled into Russellville for lunch, clouds still hovered overhead while the air

slowly started feeling heavier. Lunch was set up outdoors, and the smell of southern cooking

reached riders before most of us even had our kickstands down. After hours on the highway,

people practically floated toward the serving lines. Volunteers piled plates high with fried

chicken, mac and cheese, coleslaw, rolls, and homemade desserts that tasted like they came

straight out of somebody’s grandmother’s kitchen. The banana pudding ended up being one of

the biggest hits of the entire meal, and honestly, I completely understand why.

For a little while, riders stood around outside laughing, swapping stories, comparing bug

collections on windshields, and soaking in the kind of hospitality that makes Run For The Wall

impossible to explain unless you experience it yourself.

Set up nearby during lunch were the brothers of Captain James Wayne Herrick Jr., known as

Jim, who went missing in Laos in 1969 while serving during the Vietnam War. Paul and Jerry

spent time talking with riders and handing out patches in honor of their brother and his memory.

And even without a microphone or formal speech, the weight of it was still felt.

Because suddenly the mission becomes incredibly real.

Not statistics.

Not names in history books.

Not something distant from the past.

A brother.

A son.

A family still waiting for answers.

Those are the moments that stay with riders long after the engines shut off for the night.Eventually, reality returned, engines fired back to life, and Midway launched east once again

toward Forrest City.

And that is when the humidity finally decided to make itself known.

The afternoon air turned thick and heavy while dark storm clouds slowly built beside the

interstate. Riding jackets suddenly felt much warmer, fuel stops became hydration stops, and

every little patch of shade started looking like luxury real estate.

By the end of the afternoon, riders were sweaty, bug covered, road tired, and probably operating

on at least 15% banana pudding.

As Midway entered Forrest City, local law enforcement once again helped escort the pack safely

through town while supporters lined portions of the route waving flags as motorcycles rolled past

in formation.

Dinner waited at Ridgewood Baptist Church where Mayor Larry Bryant welcomed the riders and

thanked everyone for carrying the mission across the country. The church provided a huge

Popeyes dinner for the entire route with over 900 pieces of chicken along with all the fixings

waiting for riders after nearly 400 miles on the road.

And after a full day riding, that chicken absolutely disappeared.

Christian artist Eric Horner closed out the evening with live music that turned a room full of

exhausted riders into something that honestly just felt special. Riders sang along together,

people swayed side to side with arms around friends they had only met days earlier, and for a

little while nobody seemed worried about the miles waiting for us tomorrow morning. Helmets

sat stacked beside tables while laughter, music, and voices singing together echoed through the

church.

Stories were told.

Road grime was worn proudly.

And another day of Midway memories was officially in the books.

Day 5 reminded everyone once again that Run For The Wall has never just been about

motorcycles.

It is about the people standing outside waving flags in the heat.

The first responders helping protect every mile.

The volunteers feeding hundreds of strangers like family.

The families still waiting after decades.

And the riders carrying those stories mile after mile toward Washington, D.C.

Goodnight from Midway, where friendships form fast and banana pudding disappears faster.

— Guess Again 2 (Natalie Fielding)

Eyes open, it’s still dark outside the hotel room. The clock next to the bed shows 4:40 AM, only a few minutes before your alarm goes off. Your eyes close in hopes of getting just a few more minutes of sleep that feels like hours. Then you hear it. The rumble of a motorcycle engine racing down the street just outside, and that feeling of panic sets in. Eyes wide open, but it’s still dark.  Did you oversleep? You quickly look back over at the clock. 4:41 AM stares back at you. Then you realize it’s just the staging crew starting their day and preparations before riders begin to arrive. Now that you’re wide awake from a sudden adrenaline rush, you may as well get up, pack, and get ready to hit the road. It’s a new day with the calling of the road just outside.

Tripp’s Harley Davidson and Amarillo’s HOG Chapter sponsored a breakfast for the pack with pancakes and sausage, coffee, juice, and their meeting room filled to the max with riders, volunteers, police, and supporters of the RFTW. Awards and recognitions were given along with informational reports on the weather, stops for the day, even introductions to the new FNGs that arrived and registered in Amarillo.

Just outside, bikes and trikes were wrapped around the building in platoon lines in preparation of launching the new day.

Col William R Higgins was honored with the Missing Man formation, ridden for and remembered by Birdy, a new Midway family member.

Midway was launched just as the sun was lifting from the Texan horizon. The winds had calmed down, not gone, but noticeably less than the day prior. Even the haze and smoke hung less in the air. 70 degrees added to the perfect weather to begin a new day’s ride.

Our first stop was only 95 miles out in Shamrock, TX, a location where we fueled and then traveled a few blocks to stage. An entire street being shut down to accommodate the entire group to park and stretch before carrying on. But this was no ordinary location, in fact many conversations commented on how much the area looked like the town of Radiator Springs in the Pixar film ‘Cars’. In reality, the Shamrock, TX is an iconic stop on Route 66 with its Conoco Tower & U-Drop Inn, and being the visual inspiration and exact model for Ramones body shop in the movie. Even a rusted tow truck is parked just outside in reference to the character Tow Mater.

SSgt Burt C. Small Jr was honored with the Missing Man formation, ridden for and remembered by Phantom.

Only 100 miles down the road, and with the day starting to get hotter and windier, the Stafford Air and Space Museum in Weatherford, OK awaited with a treat of lunch as well as touring  the museum. A two and a half hour stop allowed everyone time to eat, tour the museum, and relax in the newly built addition with air conditioning. All of which being a luxury at this point with rising temperatures and increasing wind speeds, both of which we knew we’d have to go back out and ride in eventually, but in the meantime we were going to take full advantage of the opportunity.

As with any event, it was time to say goodbye and continue our trek east.

LCDR Donald E Thompson was honored with the Missing Man formation, ridden for and remembered by an FNG rider.

The final leg of today’s journey would take us from Weatherford and travel through Oklahoma City and straight on into Shawnee, 105 miles. This would not (or better stated as ‘should not’) be a significant ride, relatively short, however Mother Nature seemed to have different plans.

25 mph sustained cross winds that were gusting closer to 30 mph did not make for a simple ride. Similar to day one, wind beaten and road tired, the group was very thankful to get through Oklahoma City and make it into Shawnee safely and all together.

The VFW of Shawnee, OK welcomed us with a well needed meal and a chance to get out of the wind for a while. Awards and plaques handed out along with fried chicken and smoked bologna, a very well appreciated and welcomed meal and chance to chance to meet with old friends.

Although today was another great trip of only 300 miles, the weather from today has definitely sent everyone to get a good night’s rest before heading out again first thing tomorrow.

Until tomorrow night,

Keep the rubber side down,

Shiney side up.

Be safe and Ride safe.

Stitch

Friday morning, May 15th found us in the shadows of the Sandia Mountains of Albuquerque, New Mexico just before sunrise.

The staging crews begin to set up and prepare for the arrival of Midway’s riders with a cool crisp breeze, temperatures hanging in the lower 50s, and the sounds of a city starting to wake up and start a new day.

The Rich Ford dealership sat perfectly alongside I40 in the Southeast part of town allowing us to assemble and begin a new day’s ride with little effort of getting underway.

Faintly in the distance the crews begin to hear the unmistakable rumble of motorcycle engines as they rumble down the street and turn the corner. Bit by bit, bike by bike, the platoon lines begin to take shape once again with even more than the day before. New riders joining the pack begin to sign in and embark on their adventure with us.

A small cafe within the dealership opens it doors to offer a hot breakfast of burritos, coffee, juice, and cereal bars. The burritos make an instant hit with all of the riders. As some are aware, no one does breakfast burritos better than Albuquerque as it is almost a staple during the Albuquerque International Balloon Festival every fall. Their choices of hashbrowns, eggs, bacon, sausage, all wrapped up in massive tortillas with the option of either Hatch red or green chile, a must have to truly experience the New Mexican culture and cuisine.

SP4 Elliot Cook was honored with the Missing Man formation, ridden for and remembered by Popeye, a close friend of the family.

As the anticipation grows, stories being told, APD and AFD arrive on the site, everyone is ready to start a new day. And just as the sun breaks over the mountains casting its warmth onto the bike below, the signal to go is given, and the adventure begins.

Immediately the pack heads east up into the mountain pass with APD and Bernalillo County Sheriffs guiding and trailing the pack, through the pass on out into the plains of eastern New Mexico. Blooming sage can be seen and smelled along the freeway, giving an earthy but sweet smell to enjoy while riding across the high desert in the early morning hours. Plateaus and rock formations all around, as far as the eye can see with red, orange, and a mixture of browns and yellows mixing them through.

Before we knew it, we created a hill and headed down into a depression with Santa Rosa right in front of us. Our first fuel stop at the Loves station allowed for everyone to stretch their legs, grab a quick bite plus two to three bottles of water as hydration is a much needed aspect of riding rough this high altitude and dry desert setting.

With everyone fueled and ready to go, Juice read the Missing Man biography over the radio with a PA system to help those who could not hear the broadcast.

Maj Harry L McLamb was honored with the Missing Man formation, ridden for and remembered by Sarge, a first year rider of Run For The Wall Midway.

The group departed Loves and headed to a traditional stop at the Blue Hole, a natural spring oasis with crystal blue waters that is used for underwater caving and swimming by the locals, and a refreshing point in the Midway’s journey.

Started years before, it has become tradition for Road Guards and Leadership Team to jump into the natural spring waters, rain or shine, hot weather or cold; and the waters remain a constant 64 degrees all year round. Today was no different as the temperature had risen to the high 80s and showed no signs of getting any cooler for the time being. All of the Road Guards, most of the Leadership and several of the riders took advantage of the cooling opportunity and shied their support in the Midway Family Tradition.

Lunch was also served in the banquet hall of the visitors center where folks could relax in the air conditioning for just a bit longer before beginning their trek through the desert heat once again.

As the first horn sounded signaling 10 minutes to ride, several County Sheriff’s warned us of several serious vehicle accidents up the road and began planning different route strategies if needed as the stays of the interstate was closed for the time being.

With plans set in place, riders mounted their bikes and were once again heading off to the east, their mission goal on the horizon. Word came down as we were on our way that the accident scenes were cleared enough to travel through allowing the group to press on with no worries ahead.

The desert sun had warmed the sands and winds to the upper 90s now, acting almost like a massive hair dryer for everyone, including those that jumped into the spring, drying their clothes completely within 15 minute of starting out once again.

Our next fuel stop was near the New Mexico and Texas border, Russell’s Truck stop where locals were set up and awaiting our arrival with water, sunscreen, gremlin bells and other small tokens of their appreciation. Inside the staff was handing out ice cream cones to all of the riders that wanted one and allowing for a relaxing bit of time to get out of the day’s heat, if not for just a moment’s time.

The final push was then made across into Texas, the pan handle and grasslands, up and out of the lower sand and rock basins before. Of course these plains offer the perfect opportunity for wind farms with their massive windmills dotting the landscape as far as the eye could see. Even though these structures were massive and awe inspiring, they also signaled the presence of constant winds sweeping across the land. Nonetheless, riding through these giants gave us a unique perspective of just how vast of the area was, with high altitude clouds spotting the skies along the way.

The smell of sage was slightly still present but had been almost completely replaced with the smells of plains grass on the warm summer winds. The temp had also dropped down to the mid 80s, comfortable enough with the moving wind as we continued towards Amarillo.

The traffic steadily grew as we approached the city, another oasis in the vast open plains. Texas Highway Patrol, County Sheriffs and local PD all surrounded the pack as we rode close towards the city, guiding us in as if we were a special procession that was handed off to them at the border.

We arrived at Christian Heritage Church with open arms, flag bearers, cheering crowds and an overall hero’s welcome.

Dinner was prepared by volunteers from around the area that made Amarillo, TX one of if not the favorite stop of Midway Route. Texan BBQ and hospitality is absolutely amazing and hard to beat.

Awards were given out but not before the posting of the colors by Jr ROTC as well as our national anthem and America the Beautiful being sung as well. Amarillo has won the hearts of many Midway riders and for very good reason.

Although many were there, unfortunately the fire departments were unable to attend due to wild fires burning around the city. So please say a prayer for those hero’s, their safety, and the ability to protect our communities.

Until tomorrow night,

Keep the rubber side down,

Shiney side up.

Be safe and Rise safe.

Stitch

The started crisp for Arizona, 40 degrees in Flagstaff’s warmest spot. Still everyone arrived in the Walmart parking lot and was greeted by volunteers with hot coffee and breakfast burritos, juice, and warm smiles.

Nerves have calmed down after the first day being in the books, the second only minutes away from beginning. Excitement ran though everyone in preparation for getting underway, partially because of the new day and getting closer to our mission goal, but also to drop into the Arizona desert and shed the sweatshirts and coats.

As the ride began, the pack was Eastbound on I40 towards Winslow, Arizona, made famous from the Eagles song ‘Take it Easy’.

As we steered our tires off the freeway and towards downtown Winslow, the corner of North Kinsley Ave and I40 Business Route came into view, with a large Route 66 sign painted in the middle of the intersection and several iconic statues on each corner. This was only to be a rolling tribute to the lyrics and a quick parade through town. Further east and just before turning to gain re-entry onto the freeway, another memorial stood, this of 9/11 with actual beams from New York’s twin towers in its center.

From there our first fuel stop was on our way to New Mexico. The temperature had risen to the low to mid 80’s, a sign of the day and venture to come.

After fueling, recognizing the folks that did such a great job providing the fuel and parking lot, shedding off the unnecessary clothing, and even more hydration, we launched towards New Mexico and our next stop, Milan Elementary in Milan, New Mexico.

If you ask any rider that is a veteran to the Midway Route, they’ll tell you that Milan Elementary is a cherished stop, one that is anticipated and waited for an entire year. The kids, staff and parents are a warm and welcome site, first sat out their front doors and around the round about circle, cheering and chanting , U.S.A.;  U.S.A; U.S.A while everyone circled around, engines revving, kids screaming, and staff were all getting into the display.

From the front of the building, everyone migrated into the gymnasium where presentations and speeches were given, and the fun with the kids continued.

Much was served shortly afterwards with fresh homemade local cuisine with the New Mexican native Green and Red Chill.

Just when you feel comfortable enough to stay within the community, reality sets in with a reminder of the time as well as the continuous nagging within the platoons and riders that we must continue on our journeys.

Our next stop, Route 66 Casino, just outside of our nightly destination, Albuquerque, New Mexico.  There we also met up with Bernalillo County’s finest as well as state patrol officers with a Presidential Escort through Albuquerque, a significant advantage to anyone trying to cross town during the evening rush hour’s traffic.

Once the signs were given by Wind Dog, Ed Brundage, the Midway Route came alive with engines and riders, along with a new group that had formed up next to the road, the law enforcement officers. With a nod of the Route  Coordinators, everyone started the parade out of the side street and into the freeway, the motorcycle law enforcement officers surrounding the entire pack and guiding us on into Albuquerque’s Harley Davidson.

For 21 years the Harley Davidson has been supporting this run, the folks of Midway to help ensure their journey is successful.

With recognitions made and backyard bbq being served, it was a great ending to a memorable day.

Day 2 in the books.

Until tomorrow night,

Keep the rubber side down,

Shiney side up.

Be safe and Rise safe.

Stitch