How riding to the nation’s capital on a motorcycle honors our veterans, I don’t know. Different folks choose various symbolic acts. In the 1960’s, spilling beer on the bar, we’d tell people, “I don’t drink because I’m a slobbering drunk, I drink to protest the war in Vietnam!”
I would think that a contribution to a veterans’ organization would be more to the point, but then you run aground on my mother’s complain that, according to the ratings agencies, veterans’ organizations are among the most corrupt, money-wasting charities. So you really cannot win.
It’s always fun to ride a hog and it is certainly a visible presence wherever you go. Keep the faith. Semper Fi!
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