2024 Ride Prelude: (Monday, May 13)

Last year my husband and I traveled with NVAR across country from California to D.C. for events surrounding the Memorial Day weekend at our nation’s capital. My husband Wayne Worden, the chaplain of the NVAR ride to D.C., occasionally prayed at many of the planned stops at veteran memorials along the route. Each memorial site was moving in its own way, fostering a somber ambiance as we remembered veterans. Whether they perished in the fight for freedom or returned and were later reunited with their fellow soldiers. My heart was filled with honor and respect for their sacrifice
On our return trip to California, we stopped at Gettysburg to see The Battle of Gettysburg Cyclorama and walk the battlefield. I didn’t realize at the time that Memorial Day took its beginnings from those who naturally gathered to remember their lost loved ones that had fought and died at The Battle of Gettysburg
We climbed a rise to look out over a portion of the battlefield. I sensed the most solemn atmosphere. As far as the eye could see were a myriad of statues, monuments and cannons, all memorials to those who fought there. My breathing was shallow, making it difficult to speak. But what is there to say. The tragedy of lives lost on this field, numbering over 51,000 during the battle that lasted three days from July 1-3, 1863
The town of about 2,400 people were left to bury some 7,000 bodies and 3,000 horses that were left on the battlefield. On November 19, 1863, the cemetery was dedicated as The Gettysburg National Cemetery, which was where Lincoln spoke these familiar words (an excerpt from The Gettysburg Address):
“…we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us:
* that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gabve the last full measure of devotion
* that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain
* that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom…”
The civil war raged on until April 1865. Estimates of lives lost ranges from 600,000 to 620,000. That’s equal to the total lives lost during the Revolutionary War, the War of 1812, the Mexican War, the Spanish American War, World War I, World War II, and the Korean War.
In 1866, a year after the conclusion of the Civil War, is it any wonder various communities, cities, and states sponsored memorial events in both the south (where many soldiers were buried) and the north. In 1868, Gen. Logan ordered graves at his post be decorated “with the choicest flowers of springtime.” Logan went on to proclaim,
“We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. … Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.”
This was just one of hundreds of unnamed memorial events that took place across the country and for years to come. It wasn’t until 1971 that Memorial Day became a national holiday on May 30th. It was later moved to the fourth Monday in May. And, in 2000, began the National Moment of Remembrance, asking people to stop for a ‘minute of silence’ at 3:00 pm on Memorial Day, to remember those who died while in military service.
NVAR rides each year with the fervent purpose: to remember. To remember those who lost their lives, to not forget those missing in action, and to remember those who fought and returned—many with lasting scares, both physical and emotional.
God Bless America
NVAR rides each year with the fervent purpose: to remember. To remember those who lost their lives, to not forget those missing in action, and to remember those who fought and returned—many with lasting scares, both physical and emotional.
God Bless America
Also, NVAR encourages the returning veterans with the knowledge that their sacrifice is still appreciated. NVAR’s earnest desire is for the next generations to not regard Memorial Day as a three-day holiday, but as a day we remember all veterans. And, in Lincoln’s words, “…be dedicated to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced…” The freedoms of “liberty and justice for all.”
Thank a Veteran today,
Libby Worden

2024 Ride Day One (Tuesday, May 14) Auburn CA: State Coordinator: Wayne Worden

Today we’re riding as a tribute to Army 1st Lt. Joshua C. Hurley. Lieutenant Hurley was 24 when he died 11-1-2003 as a result of an IED near Mosul Iraq. Hurley was from Clifton Forge, VA, assigned to the 326th Engineer Battalion, 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault). Hurley joined the army in 2001 after graduating from Virginia Military Institute. His sister said the Institute was the only school he ever wanted to attend, showing he had his sights set on a military career from an early age. Killed with him that day was SPC. Maurice Johnson, 21, from Levittown Penn. Hurley was survived by his Wife—also a lieutenant with the 101st Airborne in Iraq, his parents, and a sister.
Today began with the promise of perfect weather. As I sit here now, just before dinner, the high was 82, with a refreshing 8 mph breeze. We rode to Bowman School, attracting a lot of attention as our 30+ bikes traveled just under the speed limit. We gathered in the school auditorium as the kids began to arrive.
Wayne Worden, California State Coordinator, awarded a certificate to the principal, the Honor Guard from the American Legion, and Larry LaVerne who sang the National Anthem at the flag raising. Then Jerry Conner spoke for a few minutes, introducing Mike Rinowski. Mike talked about patriotism, how he experienced the world from the perspective of visiting several other countries, and showed the students a Freedom Medal. Next Libby Worden addressed the kids leaving them with a challenge to be Aware of why we celebrate Memorial Day, to Remember those died defending freedom, and to be Grateful for their freedoms.
Fred Young then talked about the memorial sights we visit and about the ceremony we do at them. He challenged the kids to: Remember, Honor, and Respect all veterans. Last, but not least, Don “Quacker” Jacobs spoke. (The kids loved the sound effects coming from some of the riders as he walked to the microphone.) Quacker recapped the day with his personal experience of the ride—how so many from Vietnam were not welcomed home, but that the comradery of the ride across the country is great fellowship with riders and those we meet, and makes up for what they missed when they returned.
After the Honor Guard raised the flag and Larry sang the National Anthem, we had an opportunity to talk with the kids. Jeff “The Mayor” Gowing noticed a boy about 9 or 10 years old who was crying. He asked the boy if he was okay. The boy said his grandfather was killed in Vietnam, “he was blown up.” The Mayor reached into his pocket, pulled out his challenge coin, and gave it to him as a remembrance of his grandfather. With wet eyes he accepted the coin, “Thank you, sir.”
We look forward to our school parking lot drive-thru as we ride out of town in the morning; our last goodbye before riding up into the Sierra Nevada Mountains and into Nevada.
This afternoon we rode to Mather Veterans Medical Center south of Sacramento. We broke into groups and sought out veterans. Some were patients picking up prescriptions, others were in-patients, and still others were workers or volunteers at the Center. We handed out pins, talked about our ride to DC, and generally encouraged them.
Kathy, a volunteer with the hospital, took a few of us up to the rooms of two in-patients in a restricted area that had been identified to receive a lap quilt from the Colfax, CA, Professional Volunteers. Phillip Kimbal, retired Air Force, and Jerry Wlatens, Army 1st Cav. are pictured in the gallery holding their quilts. Both were thrilled to get them and thanked us for visiting.
Dinner was held at Sweet Peas Restaurant. They are only open for dinner one night a year for the NVAR. This year there were three pre-teen volunteers who wanted to help take our orders and serve our meals. Two of them were students that attended the program at Bowman School this morning. When the two boys were asked which rider was Quacker, they both pointed directly at Don. We all got a good laugh.
Mary Weeks, one of the Professional Volunteers who made the 26 quilts, was able to join us for dinner and accept the certificates of appreciation. We displayed the quilts and the group gave Mary a rousing applause in thanks for all the work they put into these beautiful quilts. An additional two quilts from the Professional Volunteers will be raffled along with a beautiful vintage-patterned quilt donated by the sister of a rider. So we will have three quilts that will be raffled off at the end of the ride.
Before leaving for the evening, Pennley, an 8 or 9 year old came up to two of us and gave us good luck charms. She said she would be thinking of us as we ride. I thanked her, put the charm in my vest pocket, and told her I would carry it all the way to DC.
This is only Day 1. Stay tuned for more touching stories and great pics as we continue across the US.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Two (Wednesday, May 15) Auburn CA: State Coordinator: Wayne Worden

Today we’re riding as a tribute to Army Sgt. Ariel Rico. Sgt. Ariel Rico age 25 from El Paso TX. Died November 28 2003 near Mosul Iraq, during an enemy mortar attack. Sgt. Rico was assigned to 3rd battalion 320th field artillery regiment 101st air borne (air assault). He and his wife Jessica were high school sweethearts and have been married for six years. Fellow soldiers said “he had a personality that rocked the world” and “I think someone forgot to tell Sgt. Rico that there was an emotion other than happy.” He was survived by his wife and a seven-year-old daughter.
We started the day at the Auburn American Legion Hall, Post 84, where we had a wonderful breakfast cooked and served by the Auburn Jeep Club. They had coffee ready as we rolled up, and then served us sausage, eggs and pancakes. Wayne Worden, State Coordinator, presented certificates to the American Legion, Jeep Club, and Auburn Fire Department while news cameras rolled. Maybe you’ll see the bit on TV tonight.
On our departure to leave California for Washington DC, the fire truck—with lights flashing—led us on a parade through Old Town Auburn. From there, just before getting on the highway, we did a ride-thru of the Bowman School. The parking lot was lined with over 400 kids and teachers that we’d met yesterday. They were waving flags, cheering, and reaching out for a hand-slap as we passed. They really pumped up our energy as we hit the road.
The ride over the Sierra Nevada Mountains was a pleasant temperature even though there was still snow on the side of the road. When we got to Reno it had warmed up to 78 degrees. Two of the overpasses on our way out of town were both decorated and had people waving flags. The Dry Creek overpass was decorated by the Christian Motorcyclist Association and the Colfax overpass was decorated by the Colfax VFW Auxiliary, Post 2003. (I know this because I’m from Auburn 😊.)
The Reno Police met us at the gas stop and took us all the way to Reno’s VA Medical Center. Jerry Conner presented certificates of appreciation to the Reno Police, all those at the hospital that sponsored our visit and that put on the lunch for the vets and riders, and the Patriot Guard who held the flag line. During our visit some riders took a few wheel-chair-bound patients for a ‘wheel’ around the block. Reno has only recently had nice weather so for most of them, this was their first day outside this spring.
The two recipients of the Colfax quilts were Bob Greenwood and Marco Pena, both Army veterans. Marco draped his quilt over his lap despite the warm day. One nurse commented, “We don’t often see Marco smile like that.” Later she observed, “Look, he’s still smiling.”
This year there was a band, the Catfish Carl Band. They had printed lyrics for some of us to sing along to the oldies and then they performed the National Anthem. All the riders and a few vets were on their feet. And the cheers that went up afterward woke the neighborhood.
It may only have been around 80 degrees, but at Battle Mountain, our next gas stop, if felt more like 90. We all huddled in the shade. When we got near Elko, we didn’t need to stop to pick up our escorts. One after another joined us from various onramps until we had three cruisers in front with light flashing and two cruisers behind the chase truck with lights. They pretty much closed the Interstate. Once in Elko the Elko Police had all the lighted intersections blocked for our parade down the main street. We felt very welcomed and appreciated. This is one very patriotic town.
And if that wasn’t enough, the Elko VFW, Post 2350, welcomed us with open arms. Literally there were lots of hugs for friends reuniting that hadn’t seen each other for a while. We spent time in their honor room before going in to dinner. It’s like a museum honoring current and former members, all branches of the military. The dinner was perfectly prepared and delicious. We felt at home.
Even though this was our longest day (~386 miles) and we were getting tired, there were some exciting awards yet to come. Several certificates were given to the many Police, Sherriff, and State patrol organizations that took part in our exceptional escort. Also, many certificates were awarded to the various groups from the VFW and Auxiliary that organized our visit. And finally, Tony Jackson presented not one, not two, but three Freedom Medals! Applause and laughter was generous—the word ‘vigilant’ seemed to be more challenging, but Tony was vigilant and read it to each recipient. 😊
During our morning and afternoon rides, we crossed two mountain passes. Donner Summit in California at 7,227 feet, and Emigrant Pass in Nevada at 6,114 feet. The Rockies are now visible on the horizon. From here they appear to be snow-covered. Stay tuned for our report tomorrow and hear how the crossing goes on Day 3.
Thank you - Libby Worden
- Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Three (Thursday, May 16) State Coordinator: Jason “Fat Guy” Stephenson

Today we ride to honor Army Staff Sargent James D. Mowris. Staff Sgt. James D. Mowris age 37 died Jan. 29 2004 when a weapons cache prematurely exploded southwest of Kabul Afghanistan. There were six other soldiers killed in the same explosion. Sgt. Mowris was with the 414th Military police company based in Joplin MO. His wife Michele said a park was dedicated in his name at his home town of Aurora MO., a park he used to play soft ball at. A playground is fitting because James was just a kid at heart. He had previously been deployed to Saudi Arabia, El Salvador, Somalia, and Kosovo. He was survived by his wife, a son, and a daughter.
For those of you following from yesterday, we passed through the Rocky Mountains in perfect weather and topped the Pequop Summit, at 6,997 feet, before dropping down into Wendover, NV. In Wendover we met up the UMF MC, and other support clubs, swelling our numbers to WELL OVER 100 motorcycles, 6 vehicles, the NVAR chase truck, and the Ride of Pride.
While there we identified four veterans who had returned from serving in the War on Terror. They were all awarded Freedom Medals, as well as the wife of one of them, who received the Spouse Appreciation Pin for the sacrifice they made ‘holding down the fort’ at home in their absence. The Wendover Police and two Wendover Firetrucks escorted us safely onto the freeway and into the fast lane where we were out of harms way from the on-ramp/off-ramp traffic. This was no small-feat (like herding cats). We thank them and appreciate their support of our mission.
Just outside Salt Lake City, we stopped for gas and picked up a few more bikes, 31 law enforcement motorcycles, and a few cruisers including the Utah Incident Management Vehicle (SWAT). The agencies represented in the escort were Utah Highway Patrol, Utah Incident Management, Casche County Sheriff’s Department, and the Police Departments from Lone Peek, Salt Lake City, Layton, Ogden, and West Valley. To say they were amazing would be a gross understatement. I can’t imagine how much training and experience—as well as exceptional riding skills—are required to be a part of these teams. We literally owe our lives to this group. (If you’re reading this, thank you again.)
Once we arrived at the Utah State Veteran’s Nursing Home, we met and talked with many veterans and the workers and volunteers who take care of them. NVAR handed out Thank You notes from school children in West Virginia that thanked the vets for their service, gave out NVAR ride pins, and presenting the two Colfax quilts. We also awarded many certificates of appreciation to staff and volunteers at the Home, the bagpipers who performed for us, and all the law enforcement agencies.
In addition, we again identified those members of the law enforcement agencies who had served in the War on Terror. We had the privilege of awarding them the Freedom Medal.
Before going inside for the wonderful lunch provided by the Home, there were a couple of very special moments I would be remiss if I didn’t mention them as the honor that they were. Noma Kjar, a resident of the Home who is now 102 years old, and is the oldest living WWII veteran in Utah, was presented with a United States flag by the UMF Motorcycle Club. The folded the flag while Taps was being played by the bagpipers. It was a touching moment. But it’s not over until the lady sings, as they say…that’s right, Noma led us all in singing God Bless America. Our wonderful escorts took us back to the freeway and helped us stay together until we were past the busiest of SLC’s highways.
In a few hours we arrived in Evanston, WY, and met up with the VFW Post 4280. We jointly held a wreath-laying ceremony at the memorial site a block away from their clubhouse. Five of the NVAR riders took part in presenting the wreath, followed by a short invocation and a bagpiper playing Amazing Grace. To my surprise (although clearly planned) a group of pre-schoolers came waving flags, were lifted to stand on the platform, and said the Pledge of Allegiance. This brought a tremendous cheer from all those gathered for the ceremony. It’s a joy to my heart that the young people are being introduced to patriotism and all that this country stands for.
Once inside the VFW clubhouse, we had a delicious ham and scalloped potato dinner with all the trimmings. There NVAR announced the raffles we were selling tickets for—a rifle, $20/ticket, and three motorcycle quilts, $5/ticket—the raffles are to take place once we arrive in DC. But the biggest raffle of the evening was the $3500 worth of donated merchandise that was raffled off this evening, with all the proceeds going to the veterans at the Utah State Veteran Home.
Your SitRep now off to bed before another busy day. Check in again tomorrow for more stories and great pictures.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Four (Friday, May 17) State Coordinators: Kat & Mike Tipton

Today we’re riding as a tribute to Army Staff Sgt. David S. Perry. One August 10, 2003, while inspecting a suspicious package in Baquabah, Iraq, the package exploded and killed Staff Sgt. Perry. Perry was from Bakersfield, CA, assigned to 649th Military Police Company, Army National Guard. His wife Denae says he is credited with saving about 30 others for clearing a perimeter around the package before inspecting it. Sgt Perry is survived by his wife and three children, ages 1, 4, and 6.
When I first heard (last year) we were leaving at 7 and not going to breakfast until 9, it sounded odd. But then I learned, Rock Springs American Legion Post 24 was well worth it. This year was no exception. We pulled into Rock Springs where an enormous flag waved our first welcome (see the pic). The Police and Fire Departments met us at the gas station and took us into town and right to the VFW Post where we had a second welcome. The Color Guard presented the US flag, one for every branch of service, and a POW/MIA flag.
Next, we were welcomed by VFW vets, Aux members, and even the kids and grandkids of members. We handed out pins to the kids who at once pinned them to their t-shirts. Once inside we were welcomed by the chef and his staff/helpers who greeted us with fresh coffee, a delicious breakfast (fresh eggs from one member’s chickens), and even fresh fruit. They went all out.
Mike, Kat, and Donna, took turns displaying their pride for their Post as they presented certificates of appreciation to the post’s Vice-Commander, lead Color Guard, Chef, Aux lead, and Mr. Pomrenke who provided the crane and arranged to get the Rotary Club flag for display by the freeway. They had no less pride as they showed their gratitude to the Mayor, Fire and Police Departments, and Highway Patrol.
They introduced us to the VFW Riders and the Unknown Saints Riders since a few of them would be joining us on our mission east. Next, we discovered there were some among us that were veterans from the War on Terror. There was a medal presentation followed by may hand-shakes, “Welcome Home” and “Thank you for your service.” Always a touching thing to watch.
I was actually sad to leave Rock Springs, it was as if we’d become part of them, and they’d become part of us on our journey across the country. Finally, our escort agencies went over and above by getting us back to the freeway and then got us through the extreme road construction we had to maneuver.
We were off on our way across the beautiful state of Wyoming. I let my mind wander as my eyes perused the views, taking me to new heights of gratitude. I turned to Wayne and said, “Doesn’t it just look like all is right with the world? Blue sky, perfect weather (from inside the car 😊), a 100+ mile view in every direction, ranch animals and wild animals frolicking in their native habitat, watching rain clouds move across one minute and gone the next, and an exceptional view of the Rocky Mountains in CO covered in snow.
In addition to that I gained a profound appreciation for the skill, judgement, and collaboration of truck drivers as they get products moved across the country efficiently. As I was observing this, I noticed how our Head Road Guard, Road Guards, and Tail Gunner kept our group moving forward while we needed to change lanes frequently. It became obvious to me just how pivotal Headdog’s decisions are to the success of the ride. Each terrain and weather condition bring different challenges, and different decisions. As I observed today more closely, the results of each decision Headdog made (avoiding a truck coming down an on-ramp, negotiating serious potholes, being courteous to truckers who were bent on using the full speed limit to their advantage, and wild animals crossing the highway) and the response by the team of Guards to Headdog’s calls, worked like a well-oiled machine.
AND, speaking of amazing truck drivers, let’s not forget that we have one of them on our journey east: Schneider’s Ride of Pride driver, Jeff Waggoner. If you’re on the ride and haven’t yet met Jeff, take some time to get to know him. He’ll be going with us as far as Iowa, where Patrice will take over and follow us the rest of the trip to DC.
For all the mis-communications with the Cheyenne VAMC, I was pleased that the visit was as successful as it was. There were lots of vet out to meet us in wheelchairs and we had teams of riders allowed to visit with vets indoors. We handed out pins, thank you notes/art, two Colfax quilts, and two Freedom Medals. One quilt went to Judy Brayton, the very first female Army Command Sargent Major. She served in the Gulf War. James “Ken” Coats was thrilled with his quilt. Ken served in the Army in Korea, Vietnam, and Germany.
Janet from Colorado, who has been on the NVAR ride to DC several times, drove up to Cheyenne to meet with the vets and join us for dinner, renewing friendships and encouraging us with her positive attitude. At dinner we were blessed to have a dinner that was lovingly prepared for us: a milk-can-bake (which was explained to me as actually being a milk-can-steam). I loved the flavor, even the carrots were delicious…and when was the last time you described carrots as delicious?
Mike and Kat presented certificates of appreciation to the kitchen workers and the Post leadership. But the height of the evening was the Freedom Medal presentations. Four people were honored this evening, two of whom were married and both worked to prepare our dinner. It was the perfect end to an enjoyable day. Be sure to check out the many pictures we have for today, and…
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Five (Saturday, May 18) State Coordinators: Kat & Mike Tipton & Bill “Mongo” Luft NE

The NVAR 2024 ride today honors Sgt. Anthony “Tony” Sabin. Sgt Sabin, age 53 of St Libory Nebraska, a member of the Purple Fish MC died Aug. 5, 2021. Unfortunately, Tony succumbed to the dark storms hidden within him and ended his own life. He was born in Alexandria VA. into a military family, as a result he grew up in many places, including outside the United States. Tony joined the Army in 1985 and was sent to Korea with the 7th Cavalry, trained as a scout, and attended ranger school. After his active duty he moved to Nebraska and joined the National Guard. Tony was married in 1991 and is survived by his wife Kristi, his children Lexi, Dakota, and Lizzi, and two grandchildren. Tony was preceded in death by a son Anthony JR. in 2012. It is hard for most people to imagine the suffering and desperate hopelessness that could lead a person to end their own life. It is not something that just pops into your head one day. These feelings and thoughts will torment you for years until on a dark day, you have the courage to proceed.
We had an early evening last night so everyone was awake and rested even though we left at 6:15 this morning. On the other hand, the cooks at the Fraternal Order of Eagles Aerie 128 got up long before this to make us breakfast…for which we are all very grateful. (See the pictures below for the chef and his three helpers. They served a wonderful breakfast (including French toast) and had some wrapped Danish for some to put in their saddle bags for a snack later. Mike Tipton, Wyoming State Coordinator, presented them all with a Certificate of Appreciation.
And we’re off!
The drive to our next stop in Nebraska was long, but enjoyable. I’m from California, so looking out over the plains was a new experience for me. I tried to imagine what it was like for the people who settled these plains territories. Whether farmers or soon-to-be ranchers, I imagined they would go to a vantage point where they could spot the trees. Then they’d head for them, knowing there was likely a water supply nearby. And there they would home-stead a plot of land that today are the ranches and farms I’m looking at. I do have quite the imagination. 😊
Truly, if Nebraska doesn’t already have a state slogan, they might try: “Nebraska, you can’t tell where the land ends and heaven begins.”
Our first gas stop was in Sidney. Townspeople where there to greet us with waving flags and smiles. And we also picked up some new riders, local to NE. I loved the byline of the backpatch of one of the group. It read: Serving God, Country, Community. I asked if I could take a picture of his patch (not all MC’s are okay with that). He said yes, the picture is below. There were two others I spoke to about the ride. Their patriotism was impressive; you’ll see that in today’s gallery images. They won’t be hard to spot.
COur next stop was North Platt and the 20th Century Veterans Memorial. We held a wreath laying ceremony, strolled the grounds—which included the Police and Firefighter Memorials—and then enjoyed a lunch under the trees next to the lake. Since memorials today are generally funded by the community fundraising, this park was very impressive. It speaks to the value they place on remembering and honoring their veterans and first responders.
In-between North Platt and Kearney, a small contingent of riders rode ahead, took up positions on a spot on the road, and saluted the NVAR as it went by. They were honoring the wife of a rider, Ed Kintzele, who lost her life on that stretch of highway. It was both sad and beautiful at the same time.
At our next gas stop in Kearney, again we got gas and more riders. (We need to get gas more often.) These were all riders that had a heart for veterans that wanted to ride with us to the Central Nebraska Veterans Home and spend time with the vets. First, I must say, I loved Cheyenne’s impressive Veterans facility, I just love architecture and it’s a beauty. Central Nebraska couldn’t be more different, but beautiful in its own way. In fact, I said to my husband on our way out, “I’d pay to stay in a resort like this.” I am so grateful that our veterans are so well taken care of. They deserve it, don’t they?
The two recipients of the quilts at the Central Nebraska Veterans Home were Joann Vondanal and Neil Johan. Neil’s wife was there when we arrived so we were able to visit with both of them. Joann is the wife of a veteran who has passed. She was very pleased to get the lap quilt because, in her words, “Sometimes I get cold. This will come in handy.” Also, while visiting the Home, a woman who works in the Home as an occupational therapist came in to bring her two daughters, about 6 and 10 years old. She said they liked visiting with veterans. Their father is a veteran from Iraq. I thought it was special that they asked their mother to bring them to see the vets…not, go to see where Mommy works, they wanted to visit the vets. God bless this young generation.
This evening, we were hosted for dinner at the American Legion Post 300 in Doniphan. The food was almost beyond description. My husband, a meatloaf aficionado, was very impressed with the meatloaf, but the food choices were plentiful and all delicious. The certificates of appreciation were presented and the raffle tickets for the rifle and quilts were on sale again.
Back at our rooms, “Pa in his cap and I in my kerchief are just about to settle down to a long nap” (or something like that). Talk to you again tomorrow.
Thank a veteran today,

Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Six (Sunday, May 19) State Coordinator: Bill Luft – NE & Patrick Martindale – IA

The ride today is in honor of Sgt. Darrin K. Potter. Sgt. Potter was age 24 of Louisville KY. He died September 29, 2003. While part of a four-vehicle patrol responding to a mortar attack by Iraqi insurgents. The Humvee he was in rolled over into a canal. All the occupants got out, but Potter was swept away by swift currents. A soldier from 82nd airborne Division, Sgt. Andrew Baddick of Jim Thorp PA. died trying to rescue Potter. Sgt Potter was assigned to 223rd Military Police company Army National Guard. He also served as a peacekeeper in Bosnia with the 223rd in December 2000. Potter’s deployment to Iraq was supposed to be his last before returning with hopes of re-entering the police force. One of his closest friends in the unit said he was more concerned for his comrades than himself and made sure his troops made it out of the vehicle. He was survived by his father, mother and a sister.
We knew it would be a wet morning. We all got wet—to one degree or another—on our way to breakfast. Then it stopped for a while and started back up as soon as we were ready to leave. Traveling behind the bikes and watching their precision riding in spite of the weather, made me consider how the weather impacted our veterans, those we visit and those riding, when they were serving.
They served rain or shine; snow or 120-degree heat. In talking with veterans from WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and the War on Terror, it occurred to me I’ve never heard any of them complain about the weather. I’ve heard stories of the monsoons in Vietnam and the heat in the Middle-East, but never any whining about getting wet. They talk about their branch of service, campaign, division, post or country, assignment, and great stories—I could listen for hours.
It occurred to me that in the military, when they got an assignment, they went. Their mission wasn’t called for weather. They bucked up and did what they had to do whether it meant putting on a flack jacket and carrying a 70-pound pack in 110-degree heat, or walking through a rain-soaked field up to their knees. In Korea there were cases of severe frostbite when unexpected weather took them by surprise. So, is it any wonder the NVAR rides rain or shine? They are on a mission to visit, remember, and honor veterans across this country and spending Memorial Day doing the same in D.C.
The good news is, the rain did let up (or we rode out of it), and had a perfect visit to Council Bluff and the beautiful Bayliss Park which has the Pottawattamie County Veterans Plaza. Two members of the Vietnam Veterans of America did a flag raising and gave us an introduction to the Plaza. Then our group of vets laid a wreath at the Vietnam Veterans statue. It’s so real, you feel like it’s looking directly at you. Following the ceremony, we walked to the Masonic Lodge where a great group of people put together a pulled-pork lunch that was so good that, as Jerry put it, “we ate our brains out.” Police escorted us back to the freeway.
In every state there has been some sort of construction and Iowa was no exception. The group adjusts and everything goes well. The difference in today’s riding was a trailer traveling directly in front of the column of bikes lost the tread off one tire. When I say tread, I mean the whole circle of tread was rolling and jumping down the entire rows of bikes and vehicles following. There was plenty of swerving, both bikes and vehicles, but fortunately no one went down, every rider maneuvered safely, and no one has reported an injury (although some with hit by small bits of tread as they broke off).
So, if you’re following a friend or family member on the SitReps each day, you can relay to the family and friends…everyone is fine. Actually, they are GREAT riders. And, be happy your loved one is traveling in such a skilled set of riders.
Next was the Freedom Rock. Bubba wasn’t able to be there this year so Jackwagon gave us a brief history of The Rock. This location is where we picked up the second Schneider Trucking Ride of Pride. It is a treat to have one Ride of Pride following our group, but two! All I can say is WOW, and “Thank you Schneider Trucking.” Below you’ll see pictures of both tractors and the two drivers, Jeff and Patrice, along with Squirt and Headdog. Today is Jeff’s last day with us. We will miss him. Patrice, that many of us remember from last year, will be with us to D.C.
The visit this afternoon to the VA Medical Center in Des Moines was dry also. Many vets came out in wheel chairs and many of our group got to go inside to visit with those who we’re able to come outside. The 90 minutes went too quickly, but not before handing our dozens of Thank You cards, pins, and two quilts. Today the quilt recipients were Jean Hilshbeck, Army, and James Maish, Army in Korea.
A delicious dinner and yummy desserts, were lovingly prepared by the AMVETS Post 2 in Des Moines. We saw an inspiring video and Mary shared all the work they are doing with the Homeless Veterans through Stand-Down as well as a myriad of other events year-round. It’s a blessing to see the dedication and positive results they’re seeing through all these programs.
And finally, we’ve had family join us for short visits all across the country. Jerry’s daughter and two grandchildren came to Cheyenne and Tony Jackson’s brother joined us for dinner in Grand Island. Today saw two more mini family reunions. Headdog’s second cousin and his daughter came for part of the day, she actually rode behind Headdog for a stretch. And, when we got to Des Moines VAMC, Wayne’s cousin and her husband visited for about 30 minutes. It’s come to be an annual visit for them.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Seven (Monday, May 20) State Coordinator: Patrick Martindale

Spc. Richard P. Orengo age 32 of ToaAlta, Puerto Rico died June 26 2003. He was with the 755th Military Police Company. Orengo died in a gun battle while investigating a car theft in Najif Iraq. Orengo was kneeling returning fire when a bullet ricocheted hitting him in the neck. Richard joined the National Guard in 1990 and served in Kosovo on a peacekeeping mission. His civilian job was that of a motorcycle officer in Bayamon Puerto Rico. Spc. Orengo was survived by his wife Carmen and four sons.
Our day began returning to the AMVETS Post 2, all the members waving us good morning when we got there with the coffee hot and ready to go. An amazing feat considering they were there cleaning up after dinner when we left. We saw another patriotic music video and Mary was awarded a globe with an image from the Vietnam wall. Saying goodbye again was hard, but I look forward to hugs again when we arrive next year.
We moved on from Des Moines to Marshalltown’s Iowa Veterans Home where we met a full contingent of volunteers. Once divided into groups, they escorted us around the many buildings to see many more vets indoors than outside. Wayne and I didn’t make it out of the lobby. We got to talking to vets while waiting for the elevator. When the elevator came, we told our tour guide we’d be up in a minute. When our tour guide returned with the others in the group 90 minutes later, she laughed to discover we were still there. Turns out there’s a reason they have two couches outside the elevators; we got to visit with may vets in that time.
The quilts we brought for Marshalltown were given to Jacob Colfax Knapp, Army. He is the designated master gardener for the raised bed garden in the courtyard, and he just happened to receive a quilt with farmers and tractors on it. Fern Bradley, WAC, also received a quilt. At first, she felt she didn’t deserve it, “I only cooked, I was in service during peacetime, 1956.” We convinced her that all veterans are worthy and she then accepted the quilt saying, “It’s so soft.”
The Iowa Veterans Home also fed us lunch and the director gave us a brief talk about how highly regarded the US military is perceived by other countries’ military strategists. I wish every veteran knew how our allies view their valor. His final comment about our visit was what we always hope to hear, “Your visit makes a difference.”
We then moved on to Iowa City where we visited the VA Health Care System facility. Minutes after arriving we were honored to present a Freedom Medal to the staff person who met us. Following the group heading into the facility to visit with patients, it came to our attention that another four members of the staff were recent veterans, and we awarded another four Freedom Medals.
The two quilts from the Colfax VFW Auxiliary went to Thomas Miner, Army, and Gordon Russell, Jr., Navy Seabees. Gordon said, “You just made my day.” We look forward to taking these, and other, comments back to the VFW Auxiliary in Colfax to let them know how the vets received their quilts. As we left, dozens of staff and volunteers waving us on to our next stop.
Let’s skip to dinner before I share about our visit to the Veterans Memorial Park.
We were welcomed for dinner at the American Legion Post 26. The Auxiliary and Anthony fixed our meal, and it was delicious. The recipe is a secret apparently, and I can see why, it was sooooo good. We also learned that the Patriot Guard who road along with NVAR to and from the Memorial Park, is also a veteran of the War on Terror. Before going in to dinner, he was awarded a Freedom Medal and welcomed to join us again next year.
Today’s visit to the new Veterans Memorial Park in Davenport was a triple blessing, yet even trying to put it into words is an understatement. First, we laid a wreath with an Honor Guard giving a 21-gun-salute and a bugler playing Taps. In addition to that, it was the opening of the new Veterans Memorial Park located on a beautiful vantage point along the Mississippi River in Davenport. They have completed three of the eleven planned phases. I look forward to next year to see the progress they will make taking a beautiful park into an even more beautiful place to honor and remember our veterans.
The third blessing, the completely unexpected part of this afternoon, was the mention of Myron Lensch who was on the committee that worked to make this park a reality. Unfortunately, Mr. Lensch was laid to rest earlier in the day. His family, who had gathered in Davenport for Myron’s celebration of life, attended the ceremony at the park in his place knowing how much this Memorial Park meant to Myron.
In fact, this past November when plans were in progress for the ribbon-cutting that would launch the building, Myron was in the hospital. Attending this event meant so much to Myron, he worked hard to be well enough to be checked out of the hospital in time for the ceremony.
The more I learned about Mr. Lensch, the more impressed I was with the impact he had on his town, the lives of many veterans, and his rather large extended family. It was fitting to hear he was one of the two people that cut the ribbon.
Myron Lensch was a Staff Sergent in the Air Force during Korea War. He taught service men and women Morse Code. After leaving the Air Force he spent 20 years working at the Scott County Veterans Affairs helping veterans get the benefits they deserved. Myron was also a 70-year member of the American Legion and sat on a number of committees and community projects representing veteran’s interests.
Jerry Conner said, “Myron is here in spirit.” And, I believe he was. What a fitting place for Myron’s family to conclude Myron’s celebration of life by taking part in the opening of the Davenport Veterans Memorial Park. My most sincere condolences to the Lensch family. Yet, knowing the impact Myron’s life has had on so many other lives—and on this Veterans Memorial Park—must be a tremendous comfort to them.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Eight (Tuesday, May 21) State Coordinators: Patrick Martindale, IA – Ken Richardson, IL

Spc. Eric Ramirez age 31 died Feb. 12 2004 while on mounted patrol 30 miles west of Baghdad Iraq. His National Guard unit was attacked by small arms fire, rocket-propelled grenades and IED’s Ramirez died of multiple wounds he received during the ambush. He was assigned to 670th Military Police company out of California. After graduating high school Ramirez joined the Navy and when his active duty , he worked as a deputy sheriff in San Diego County, and joined the National Guard. He was recalled to active duty in early 2003. Ramirez was survived by his wife Tracy, a daughter who was just turning two, and a three-month-old son.
It’s day eight. The air is heavy. A light cloud cover reduces sunshine to mere daylight. Seeing our escort parked outside heightens the anticipation for today’s ride. The first Harley engine sputters then roars to life, awakening the senses like that first sip of coffee running through your chest.
Headdog moves into position. Others follow. Before long all the bikes sit rumbling on the asphalt, reverberating through the souls of our boots. Like horses pounding the dirt awaiting the barn door to slide open, the bikes sit ready to hear the call, “Let’s roll.”
Iowa Police hold traffic as Illinois State Troopers lead us onto the highway. Less than a week before Memorial Day, and less than 800 miles to DC, the cars on the road seem to be connecting the two straight rows of bikes as those on a pilgrimage to our nation’s Capital. Also, we’re beginning to get more decorated overpasses, people waving flags on the side of the road, and large flags hung from cranes and firetruck ladders. We’ll have been in three states by the time we stop for today: Iowa, Illinois, and Indiana.
Our first Freedom Medal was early this morning in Davenport; one of the Iowa Police. Illinois State Troopers took us into Marseilles’ Middle East Conflict Wall Memorial where we were to lay a wreath. This year, two of the five Troopers took part in the wreath laying team. When they stepped back the ceremony continued with a 21-gun salute and Taps. Our second and third Freedom Medals took place in the next few minutes.
The next two Freedom Medals came just after the ceremony. First, we discovered the man who drove the veterans to the ceremony, was himself a veteran of the War on Terror. Next tourists from Texas pulled in during the ceremony and decided to watch. Later, while talking with them we learned he was also a veteran. In addition, his wife received a spouse pin.
We had lunch at the Americas Legion Post 235. They are always welcoming and have a delicious lunch prepared. Today was no different, including lots of yummy desserts. We recognized the American Legion Auxiliary for all they do for the Post. Jerry introduced Virginia who shared that she had some gifts for us, and to give out to veterans: stars from retired flags and hat pins. Next, Jerry recognized the Illinois State Troopers by presenting a framed image of a flag with the NVAR emblem to Cindy, the lead ‘motor.’
Our next stop was at a High School in Portage, IN, but not until the Troopers escorted us across the remainder of the state of Illinois—what would otherwise have been some of the most dangerous roads in the state for a group of motorcyclists. The Troopers’ exceptional skill and experience maneuvered our caravan into the intersection where Highway 80 and 90 merge. In the space of less than three miles, they orchestrated some 30-40 semi-trucks and dozens of vehicles to move NVAR across three lanes and into the far-left lane without being separated. It was hard to see them leave at the state line. I wanted to say “thank you” again and again. It was remarkable to watch.
We arrived in Portage and met up with our escorts—that’s right plural, lots of escorts. They were great. The Police, Fire Department, and Incident Management. One thing that completely impressed me was how when the people in town see flashing lights, they pull to the side of the road. Where I’m from that behavior is reserved for ambulance and not until they’re in front of you. From my perspective, it conveyed a level of respect for their first responders that was heart-warming. Another indication that we are indeed in the country’s heartland.
Once inside the High School we met the program director and staff and then the student Commanding Officer. At this point the Commanding Officer led the full JROTC presentation. Both drill teams—with and without rifles—were informed that the presentation they would be giving NVAR today, would double as their final score that would complete their grade. They were very impressive. Three of them announced that they had enlisted, two Navy and one Army.
As we were handing ride pins and challenge coins from the Ride of Pride to the JROTC students, we discovered they were not familiar with our mission. Informally we talked about who we are and why we visit them once a year. They were impressive and their dedication to this course of study—instilling discipline, hard work, and respect for those in leadership—I’m certain will impact the course of their lives regardless what career they choose.
Before leaving the High School, we learned that one of the Marines in the JROTC program was a veteran of the War on Terror. We were honored to present him with a Freedom Medal. Our escorts got us back to the Highway before peeling off. “Thank you and goodbye, until next year.”
Before heading to our final memorial for the day, we had a short stop at the Harley Davidson dealership in Michigan City. We rested for a few minutes and when we left again our group had virtually doubled in size…the number of bikes, that is. There were many in and around town that wanted to take part in this very personal memorial. You see, the Danny D. Bruce Memorial is in honor of one of their own. Danny Bruce was a young Marine (19) from Michigan City who exhibited the greatest valor—he gave his life to save the lives of three of his fellow Marines. We learned that recently the two who are still alive came to town and remembered Danny Bruce at this location.
Dinner was postponed for a short time for a very good reason. The Quilt of Valor organization was there to present eight quilts. It was especially exciting to view because two of our NVAR riders were among them: Steve Moore and Ferrel Warren. And if that wasn’t a high point to end our day, there was still a big award to come. Jerry Conner presented a special plaque to Buzz Neeb who has participated in almost every capacity of the NVAR organization over the many years. Buzz received a standing ovation from all the riders who echoed their appreciation for all that Buzz has done, and still is doing for vets and NVAR.
The team at St. Joe’s Hall served us a lovely dinner of fried chicken with big smiles and generous portions. We thanked them for all the effort to feed multiple groups that joined for all the awards ceremonies. We left early for me to work on the SitRep for today, but I suspect the celebration was just beginning for the locals.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Nine (Wednesday, May 22) IN State Coordinator: Dan Kuepker, aka Lugnut
OH State Coordinator: Tony Cunningham, aka Squirt

Sgt. Steven Strasheim age 27 of Central City Nebraska died January 18 1992. Steven was another victim of the depressing storms of hopelessness that lead people to end their own life. At the time he was on the Central City police force. But before that he spent 7 years in the Army from 1984 to1990. Strasheim spent time in Panama during the time of Manuel Noriaga’s capture. He was also involved in “Operation Desert Shield” while in Saudi Arabia. Survived by his wife Charlene, his parents, a brother, and a sister.
This morning was a more relaxed morning than some in the last few days, since we didn’t have KSU (kickstands up) until 8am. This gave us plenty of time to visit with the American Legion Post 451 in Michigan City. The crew in the kitchen did a wonderful job of breakfast—with fresh fruit. Also, a special guest speaker was an Indiana State Senator who had close personal ties to veterans. He spoke from his heart and touched all. And Jerry recognized Mike Stupar, this year’s new Indiana State Coordinator.
Sweetness read today’s tribute and Chaplain Wayne read his message, giving us all things to ponder while riding today.
Schools, schools, schools. We were escorted by the Indiana Police through the heartland, the small towns off the beaten path to see kids at schools. The first we did a drive-thru of the parking lot lined with kids waving and cheering. The second the kids lined the playgrounds and fields that bordered the road as we drove slowly to wave back. The final school, West Central School, we stopped the bikes and mingled among the kids and teachers in the parking lot. Very informal, but great connections with both kids and their teachers. One in particular:
Jim, an NVAR road guard, was approached by a young boy, “Sir, would you please take my flag with you to Washington DC?” He held up his 5”x7” flag on a stick, as an offering to our veterans on Memorial Day. Jim agreed and accepted his flag. At that point several others moved closer to Jim, each extending their hands with their flags and repeating the same sentiments. With a fistful of flags in his left hand, Jim addressed the group, “We will be visiting some veterans here in Indiana this morning. Would it be okay if I handed them out to these veterans?” The first young boy said, “Yes sir, thank you sir,” while the others chimed in their agreement. Then Jim turned back to the first young boy, holding up the one flag in his right hand, and said, “And I’ll take this one to Washington D.C.” The young boy looked up at Jim, a smile lighting up his face, “Thank you sir.”
The road into the Indiana Veterans Home was again lined with flags. The weather was perfect for a large group of vets to join us outside in the pergola. Other riders went inside to visit those who couldn’t come outside. The recipients of the two Colfax quilts were Grace Wolf and Maureen Falwell. Both were wives of servicemen, Air Force and Army. They said they are so grateful for the VA benefits extended to spouses. They named their favorite activities as bingo, cards, puzzles, and VFW sponsored events.
Two Freedom Medals were presented, one to the events coordinator at the Home. The other to Joe, a Navy veteran. One of the workers quietly whispered, “Joe had a severe head injury.” I had already concluded that much since his verbal skills were very limited. However, I also noticed Joe had a tablet preloaded with statements and pictures of his family, dog, and his favorite things. In the next 30 minutes Joe spoke his few words over and over, but we communicated quite well. I told him about my dad in the Navy during Korea. Joe was familiar with battleships and aircraft carriers, but didn’t much like submarines. We talked about basketball, movies, dogs, and how his two sisters were in the Army. Joe was also able to express through pictures on his tablet that he would like to learn sign language so he could better communicate. I made no comment to Joe, but I am going to make it my mission to see if we can make that happen.
We continued our journey across Indiana and rode into Ohio. Soon after, we picked up our Ohio escort. Amazing is an understatement. Since the chase truck had gotten separated in the heavy traffic and a car or two was separating us from the Tail Gunners, it was nothing less than a miracle that they blocked the freeway of all traffic, while at the same time filtering out all non-NVAR vehicles yet allowing the chase truck to join the escort. Just at the Sherriff’s contingent were about to leave, I got a picture of them and was able to express my appreciation for their talents.
Brookville, where do I begin. The parade through town? AWESOME for us and for the people waving flags as well as those who were surprised, coming outside to see what all the noise was about. The greeting from the AMVETS with the largest American flag I think I’ve ever seen, suspended from a hook & ladder firetruck. Just looking at the flag makes your heart full. This was followed by the National Anthem, played by the High School band, a 21-gun salute by the Honor Guard, and the playing of Taps. Several certificates of appreciation were given out from NVAR to those who made this event possible. But one certificate was a complete surprise to NVAR. The Gold Star Ride Foundation made a presentation to Wayne Worden for his support of the work they do for Gold Star families.
Following all the ceremonies, we became aware of a veteran standing across the street waiting for his son who was performing in the High School band. He said, “I’m not much for being the center of attention, I’ll probably just disappear when it’s over.” But Tony Cunningham ran after him and a small group of veterans were able to present him with a Freedom Medal.
Time for dinner, and the Brookville AMVETS outdid themselves. We were fed, entertained, and welcomed into the family of veterans in town. For those on the ride for the first time, it was “like a party” and may I say…it was a party! What fun we all had.
Finally, I had a chance today to spend time with one of our riders, Hunter Hanson. I’d like to share with all who read the daily reports some impressive statistics about this young man. Hunter, a.k.a BamBam, is 11-years-old, but this is his 5th NVAR trip to DC. His grandfather, Rick “Captain Hook” Davis, only comes every-other year. So…you got it, Hunter’s first trip to DC was when he was 3-years-old. His earlier trips were in a truck with both his grandparents. But, for the first time this year, Hunter is riding with his grandfather. Not only does Hunter think riding on the bike is “cool,” when I commented on his ride pin proudly displayed on his vest, he pulled out his NVAR challenge coin and his Ride of Pride challenge coin.
Jerry, I think we’re looking at the next generation of NVAR in Hunter!
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Ten (Thursday, May 23)

Spc. Aaron Clark age 25 of Clarinda IA. Died Dec. 9- 2006. Aaron joined the army reserves in2002 and was assigned to the 530th Military Police Battalion of Omaha NE. Upon graduation from basic training in 2003, his unit was activated and sent to Fort Riley Kansas and then onto Iraq. While in Iraq Aaron was wounded and injured during combat operations. In 2005 Aaron’s father died so Aaron moved back to Clarinda IA. to help and comfort his mother. In February 2006 he was hospitalized with blood clots in his heart, lungs and arm. And in August he was diagnosed with severe primary pulmonary hypertension which was directly related to his injuries while in Iraq. Aaron was active in his church and survived by his mother, a sister, and his paternal grandparents.
Today was our earliest start. For this reason, I would like to begin by thanking those responsible for having coffee brewed and breakfast ready by 5:30. We are so grateful for all the groups that fix our meals across the country, but this morning the VFW Post 3288 in Brookville, took service to NVAR to the next level.
The ride today was a series of special moments. Some thrilling, some moving, some issued tears of joy.
Our first moment was our encounter with our escort. They took us to Chillicothe VA Medical Center and to Southeastern School. It was as near perfect as I’ve ever experienced. When I thanked the officers after lunch one officer said, “It did go rather smoothly” with a pleasantly surprised tone in his voice. This afternoon we might have had an incident if it hadn’t been for the fast-thinking, quick-acting maneuverers of a WV Police Escort. All across this country we have had some wonderful escorts, each different in their own way, but each dedicated to seeing us to our destinations safely. We are so thankful.
At the Chillicothe VA Medical Center, we had another moment. We encountered some vets who were disappointed that they had missed the parade. They had come down as they were told at 8:45, but they only saw the last vehicles—they missed the motorcycles. When we handed out pins and explained the mission of NVAR, they were so engrossed in what NVAR does, they were less disappointed and more encouraged. By the time we left, they were cheering us on our way as if they were the parade and we were the lucky ones to have seen it.
Our greeting at Southeastern is always a great honor. Every student stands applauding as they line our path into the building and down the main corridor to the gym. Fist-bumps and high-fives—I couldn’t get enough of it. Once in the gym we saw the lunch they had prepared. And when it came time to have those who helped with the meal stand and be thanked, people stood all over the auditorium. Teachers, parents and students included. It’s humbling to be the recipient of such generosity.
While at the Southeastern School, amidst a program of patriotic band performance, toe-tapping chorus songs, and student-delivered speeches, my emotions stirred more than I’d expected. The first moment was a group of eight kids ranging in age from about 6 to 9 who sang Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA. Everyone stood, held hands, and swayed with the music. The second moment was the introduction of two students who had already enlisted in the military, to begin after they graduate. Between the singing and this news, the mood was such that many of us had tears—tears of joy that the next generation is picking up the baton of patriotism and service to their country, and carrying that into the future.
Another touching moment came while at the Louis Johnson VA Medical Center in Clarksburg. We broke into groups and when to different buildings. One group encountered a man who doesn’t get many visits in a year. He expressed his delight at being visited by the NVAR group in his comment, “I look forward to your visit all year. I wish this were Groundhog Day.” It took me a minute to connect with the memory of the movie, how each new day was a repeat of the day before. I makes me want to go home and visit the vets in my area more often.
Another great moment was at dinner served to us by the Clarksburg VFW Post 573. We were given a peek into the history of the town of Clarksburg; how Italian immigrants not only introduced the town to Italian dishes, but that the dinner they prepared for us was taken from two classic Italian recipes. The speaker—who happened to be Irish—said even he has the traditional spaghetti dinner every Sunday. Had I not heard this story, I would never have suspected the Italian influence. But we certainly enjoyed the Italian dinner.
I would be remiss if I didn’t also note the many people we awarded Freedom Medals to today. We encountered four men at a gas station and were able to present Freedom Medals to them before we departed. At the Louis Johnson VAMC we presented three medals. Two to inpatients, and one to a man who had dropped in to pick up a prescription. In addition the we gave away four more Colfax quilts to Ray Sisler, Army, and Bill Miller, Marines, in Chillicothe; also Chuck Miller, Air Force, and Ron Shriver, Navy, in Clarksburg.
The final ‘moments’ of the day were the awarding of certificates of appreciation. First to the VFW Post, the organizers, and auxiliary. Then Jerry began awarding the many people that had a role in making this year’s ride a success. The first person recognized was Eddie Shinn who was the Ride Coordinator and also the State Coordinator for West Virginia. Then Jackwagon called up all the Road Guards and Tail Gunners, and Jerry stepped in to comment on Pat.
Other recognitions went to:
* Steve ‘Headdog’ Moore who led the ride
* Tony Ivins coordinated Missing Man
* Dave Clemmons serves as Pacer
* Ed & Sandy took over for the Chase Truck
* Bill Luft and Ferrel Warren managed Wreath Laying
* Kat Tipton and Sandy Kintzele organized Merchandise
* Wayne Worden and Dan Kress for their inspiring words each morning
* Libby Worden as SitRep
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 Ride Day Eleven (Friday, May 24) WV State Coordinator: Eddie Shinn

After an exceptionally early start on Thursday, today we had a bit more time. Time to sleep, time to sit over breakfast, and time before KSU at 8:00 am. Talking with a few riders, the general consensus was, we slept well and were ready for the day. A mere ten hours later, however, most felt like we could shower and go to bed by 7:00 pm.
It was the day of extremes.
The first extreme was weather related. After a good breakfast at the hotel, many got into their rain gear. It was about a 50% chance of rain. The hope was that it would be showers, not a full-on storm. By mid-day, everyone who had on rain gear stripped it off and strapped in down on their bikes. Not only did it not rain, but it got quite warm and very humid.
To understand the terms “quite warm” and “very humid” you need to first understand that I’m a native Californian and live in the Sierra Nevada foothills, 30 miles east of Sacramento. In my area, the weather reports don’t use the word “hot” until it’s over 100 degrees. And, in addition, since we don’t typically have high humidity, when humidity rises above 65%, I can barely breathe.
Needless to say, the weather went from one extreme to another, and took its toll on all of us. In fact, Jackwagon asked Wayne if he wouldn’t lower his window and direct some air conditioning his way as he rode past the car.
The next extreme was landscape. Eastern Ohio, Southeastern Maryland, and Western West Virginia are some of the most green, lush, landscapes I’ve ever seen. The greens could not be greener. And the sky dotted with puffy white clouds made the blue even bluer. Everywhere you looked was worthy of a postcard image. Then we entered into the metropolis of the greater Washington D.C., the green and blue gave way to black and gray—tar and cement. In just a matter of a few hours the difference was hard to miss.
I overheard one of our bikers say as I was passing, “When I’m on my bike, I think about God. But when I’m in church, I’m thinking about being on my bike.” A sentiment most bikers can relate to. I’ve heard more than one biker express that they live and ride in “God’s country.” It’s hard not to connect with God when riding through a beautiful setting without the caged-in feeling of a car or truck.
Another extreme was the sense of place. The near-hushed setting of the Rocky Gap Veterans Memorial Cemetery was breath-taking. And later, the pleasant tree-shaded area to visit with vets and the tent-shaded area where we had lunch with other vets at the VA Medical Center in Martinsburg, renewed our strength for the last leg of our journey.
Yet on our ride into the hustle-bustle of our nation’s capital, all that peacefulness was diminished. Noisy traffic, signs everywhere, the need to be in just the right lane to take the correct exit, and the attempt to keep all our bikes and vehicles together, drained the pastoral calm and replaced it with the 24-hour-a-day hum of traffic through our dual-pained hotel window.
Finally, the extreme of traffic was hard to miss. Most people in this part of the country pull over and wait when police go by with lights flashing followed by a parade of motorcycles and chase vehicles with flags and other displays of patriotism. Especially considering it’s the Friday before the Memorial Day weekend and we’re headed toward D.C. All our escorts did a wonderful job and the people were generally polite and patient.
We left our escorts behind as we headed into DC. The last 50 miles were some of the most stressful of the entire trip. People where impatient, in a hurry, and some were down-right rude—even dangerous. At one point I saw six lanes of stop-and-go traffic “getting out of Dodge” so to speak. I suppose the locals know how many visitors there are over this weekend, so it’s the perfect opportunity to get away. I seriously doubt if an escort would have been suitable or have any reasonable chance of success amidst this teaming assortment of vehicles all with somewhere important to be.
I expect everyone will be getting a good night’s rest for our exciting day tomorrow. Tune in tomorrow to hear about the exciting events in DC.
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

NVAR 2024 Day Twelve: (Saturday, May 25) D.C. Coordinator: Steve Moore, aka Headdog

Today was an amazing day. We began our day with KSU at 7:30, off to the memorials around The Mall. Most, if not all, of us first headed to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. It was early so it was surprisingly empty—maybe six or eight others along The Wall as our group made their way down into the memorial. As always, emotions surfaced and unintentional tears seeped out of hidden memories as spontaneous hugs and prayers were shared among strangers. Many lingered, meeting other vets and making connections.
Others walked a little farther to visit other memorials, Korea, Nurses, Lincoln, and one I’d never seen before. An image of a flag made out of red, white and blue dog tags, with the names of all those lost in the Global War on Terror. All too soon it was time to leave. We made our way back to the bikes/cars, already feeling the heat of the day, and it wasn’t even 9:30.
In minutes we arrived at the Arlington National Cemetery. Minutes later we were inside following Jerry’s wise instructions, “Hit the restrooms and get something to drink.” After following these timely instructions, we found our way to the Headdog-shuttle. We were delivered to the gravesite of Brad Clemmons, MSGT US Air Force, Persian Gulf, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Iraqi Freedom.
Mongo led a squad to lay a wreath to pay tribute to Brad’s sacrifice, and honor his parents—Double D, our ride pacer, and his wife, Brenda. Keyless also presented Dave and Brenda with a challenge coin especially made for those who have lost a family member in the Global War on Terror.
We all huddled in any shade that could be found while waiting for the Trolly to take our group on a tour that ended at the Tomb of the Unknown. We arrived in plenty of time to see the changing of the guard before the NVAR squad laid a wreath. This year those honored to lay the wreath were Dean Neeb and Derrick Neeb-Buzz Neeb’s sons, Tony Ivins, and Ron Everly.
Before leaving we regrouped at the southern steps for pinning these four with a special pin designed for those who have laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown. And finally, we all gathered on the steps for our annual group picture, with several generous people willing to snap pictures with our phones.
As lethargic a group as you’ve ever seen, we managed to make our way back to the Trolly. Now if you are reading our daily sitreps, you may remember my comments yesterday about “quite warm” and “very humid.” Well, I am now ready to dispense with “warm” and admit: today was just flat-out HOT & HUMID. We walked back to the bikes and eventually got through the traffic-jam at the exit. Sitting in the sun was no easy task given the extra heat straddling an idling engine.
A welcome sight greeted us as we pulled off the freeway in Accokeek, our Accokeek Fire Department escort that took us through town and to the cheering crowd in the Accokeek Fire Department parking lot. That was one of the best welcomes we’ve had the whole trip—primarily since we hadn’t seen them since before the COVID years. But the icing on the cake came when we walked into the air-conditioned hall where they served us lunch. The talk of the evening, including coaxing the recipe out of the caterer, was the wonderfully flavored green beans. I think people will be talking about them until next year.
Following lunch Tony Cunningham presented certificates of appreciation to all the people that arranged our visit and prepared our meal. Then Jerry had two give-aways, one for a Marine veteran, another for a Vietnam veteran.
Tony Price presented Dave and Brenda Clemmons with a Gold Star plaque. We were privileged to observe this presentation in honor of their son, Brad. This presentation, along with the wreath laying earlier in the day was a bonding, yet heart-wrenching experience. There are not words to explain the tone in the room.
Finally, the much-anticipated raffle drawings took place. We drew on the young kids in the audience to draw the tickets. As it turned out, all three quilt winners were present in the room. The first choice of quilts went to Big G, from the Accokeek Fire Department, who fortunately purchased tickets shortly before the drawing. He selected the beautiful “Yellowstone” quilt. The next ticket drawn was Sandy Kintzele. Sandy selected the American Made Motorcycle quilt. The third winner was Captain Hook who was please to have walked away with the Indian Motorcycle quilt.
Last but not least, the drawing for the rifle. Jerry Conner had to hold on to the young girl who drew the winning ticket. She needed to stand on a chair in order to be seen but she was so little that Jerry supported her so she didn’t fall off the chair.
And the winner is: Shanell Stephenson, the wife of Jayson Stephenson, NVAR Utah State Coordinator.
One more day to go. Stay tuned for the conclusion of the 2024 NVAR Ride. Thank a veteran today,

Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

2024 National Veterans Awareness Ride
(2024 EPILOGUE)

Today, some rode over to the Ride to Remember while others got a bit later start and went to see the Marine’s Museum. Still others began their ride back to their home state. I happened to be among those that when to the Marine Museum. The experience at the museum was exceptional. The 38-minute introductory video opened my eyes to the real life of a Marine, and why they’re called, “The Few, The Proud, The Marines.” We also ate lunch at the museum before driving back.
This was the end of the official NVAR ride.
At ease.
Stand down.
Job well done.
Mission accomplished.
If you’re like me, it’s hard to return overnight from an emotional high, like the NVAR ride, to normal life. It’s sort of anti-climactic. I thought I was looking forward to sleeping in on Monday instead of getting up at O-dark-hundred. But now that it’s Sunday evening and I’m realizing I’m going to miss the early alarm and the honk that tells us we have 3 minutes to KSU. I’m going to miss the riders and the comradery. I’m going to miss the pack-riding and the police escorts. I’m going to miss how we all pitched in, pulling on the same chain in the same direction with a common cause and a common language.
At home there will be laundry to do, two-plus weeks of mail to open, and all our regular routines. It’s going to take a couple of days to reacclimate to my normal schedule after the high-energy, high-emotional days we’ve shared together. Yet, we will adjust. We will look back at the images on our phone, or review the sitreps and pictures on the NVAO.US website, and life will return to ‘normal.’ (whatever that is)
My hope for you is that you will enjoy the great memories from this year’s ride—all the stops and all the people—and you’ll mark off the days for 2025’s NVAR ride.
And, when you feel the need to connect with a veteran in-between now and next year’s ride, stop by a local Veterans Home or Hospital and…
Thank a veteran today,
Thank you - Libby Worden - Sitrep Admin

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