B.A.C.A. Blues and Barbeque
Yesterday our chapter of B.A.C.A. held a poker run and fundraiser at Zion Harley Davidson. We had a decent turnout, and I think everyone had fun.
Hondo and I manned the 2nd, and 4th stops on the run. I love hondo. He’s 70 years old, got bad kidneys, a head full of great stories, an iron ass and a heart of gold. He’s not supposed to be in the sun, and refuses dialisis and figures when his time is up, his time is up. I kind of feel the same way. He works like a dog for BACA, and straight up he’s my brother. Any time with Hondo is good time. If I live to 70, I want his outlook on life.
When I got back to the rally I noticed my tires. Wow, they were terrible. I was shocked how bad they were, and that I hadn’t noticed. Luckily I was at the dealership and got a new back tire.
BACA recharges me. I’ve never been in an organization that I’ve felt fit me like a glove as much as this. I’ve done alot of service in my life, but none as important as this. Evertime we ride it directly effects innocent kids. I love it.