I had been on this ride before, the year before infact, and while it was a wonderful moving ride, it was during the daytime, which as I found out can tend to lose some of the effect that the night ride holds.
We started our adventure from Visalia and made our way up the 99 freeway to various Veterans Memorials: In Atwater we stopped at Castle Air Force Base. Here we gathered around the memorial stone and heard stories about the base from vets that had been stationed there. We also heard stories from other vets about their time in service. We saluted the flag, said a prayer for our servicemen, we laughed at some of the stories told, some of us cried a little to remember those who were not with us...And on we went, northward stopping at the Citry of Ceres Memorial. We paid homage here, even talking with passing motorists explaining what we were doing.
We had lingered at each memorial longer than intended so we needed to get going on to Sacramento. It was a wonderful ride. Good weather. Good companions. Reaching our final destination in Sacramento, the Vietman Vet Memorial. We were met by several members of our armed forces headed up by Jason Podesta, son of Steve Podesta. They had snacks, some homemade, and beverages for us, and yes they even had coffee and it tasted great!
(If you get a chance please go to the memorial the gardens alone are well worth the trip.)
As you enter the memorial something starts pulling at you as you realize how many names are on that wall and that this is just one memorial around the country. When I read the names from Visalia, I realized that except for three names, I had gone to school with each of the young men listed. How time can dull the memories of just how many there were missing out of our graduating class. I could barely speak and when I tried to express my thanks and love for the servicemen, I choked and nothing came but tears. Many members spoke, some who had sons and daughters in Iraq or Afganistan or were soon being deployed soon. It was a time when nothing mattered but the love of our fellow man. The hugs were honest and true and not to be forgotten.
Our time was coming to an end and we needed to be homeward bound. The trip home was, compared to the evening before, uneventful except for the fact that we kept taking about everything over and over at each stop we made.
I know that I was not the only one tired after this ride and that some had to work early the next day but it was a ride that I will gladly do over and over until I can no longer.