Yesterday, I rode in a charity motorcycle ride. This was to raise funds for research on a disease that took the life of my home county’s beloved Fire Chief. I had worked with that Chief years ago as I began my Senior Safety Saturday project. He could not have been more supportive.
The ride went all over our home county — some 60 miles (96km) — and through seven fire stations that this chief had worked in through his long and storied career.
What is a police-escorted ride like?
Different from what you may think. The best part of a police-escorted ride is that you don’t have to stop for traffic, red signals, stop signs, or worry about other cars cutting you off. The motorcops escorting the ride stop traffic and keep the road clear for only the riders on the ride.
Thus, the ride never stops. It keeps going and going and going. That’s good for those who like to ride non-stop. I have to admit, though, after about the first 30 miles, I was becoming a little saddle-sore. I realize now how often I take advantage standing or stretching when I get stopped at a traffic light. I relived my soreness by readjusting my position in the saddle, pressing down on the floor boards of my Harley, lifting my butt, stretching the muscles in my legs.
The way cops escort a group is that the cop in the front stops somewhere to block traffic. The next cop in line does the same for the next major intersection, and so forth. After the last bike in the group rides through, the cop protecting an intersection mounts his motor and takes off to catch up.It’s also not what some guys who admire motorcycle cops may think it is. Unless you are right at the front of such a ride, your only view of motorcops (and their boots) is when they ride swiftly past you on the left during their “catch up” with the group.
When the cop catches up, he falls into the back of the group of police motors in the front. Soon enough, since others have stopped to block traffic at an intersection, he is in the front again and peels off — to block traffic at an intersection! This rotation continues for the entire length of the trip.
I have to tip my helmet for these motor officers. Doing an escort is tough duty.
It was a great ride, though tiring. By the time we arrived at our destination, I was beat. I had a quick bite to eat, then shook hands and said “thank you” to the lead officer who led us, then went home. I have lots of work to do around the house — never lets up and since my spouse is not physically able to help, I have double-duty. But that is okay; I am not complaining. Just illustrates how busy my weekends are and how a biker squeezes in motorcycling with routine house maintenance chores.
Life is short: ride with pros and thank them for their service!