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The Magnificent Seven Ride To Tombstone

Seven iron horses and riders thundered across the desert toward Tombstone, Arizona.  The winter skies were overcast maintaining a cool, shaded and pleasant journey for the Sentinels on their, “First Annual Winter Ride”.

The, “Magnificent Seven”, met early Friday morning and were joined by the chapter chaplain, Saint, for the send-off devotional.  Eddie, recuperating from a non-motorcycle related tendon injury, strapped his crutches to the side of his Road King and Captain Vern, on his Road King, led the pack into the rising sun.  Gadget, on his Road King brought up the rear maintaining radio contact with Captain Vern working to keep the group safely together on the journey.  The, “Three Kings” ranks were completed with; Duke, the Sentinel’s President and Boomer, the Vice President on their  Victories;  Sting, the Sgt. at Arms, was astride his newly acquired Harley Sportster for his maiden voyage and George completed the formation for his first road trip on his Yamaha 950 touring.

After a quick stop for gas in Indio, the next stop was Arizona.  After filling up on the Arizona side of the Colorado River, George noticed the rear tire on his Yamaha was flat.  Luckily, the Flying J sold tire plugging kits and Duke provided his expertise to make a repair that lasted through the entire ride.  At the next gas stop in Glendale, Arizona, it was Boomer’s turn for a tire issue.  Fix-a-flat revealed the location of the slow leak, but repaired it adequately to last the trip with the addition of air at gas stops for the remainder of the ride.  Of course, the Harley riders teased, “See, if you guys were on Harley’s, that wouldn’t have happened”.  However, when a Harley had a fuel issue near Benson, of course, no brand name was mentioned.

Tombstone was a mix of history, touristy fun and lies.  Not all Hollywood versions were entirely accurate.  There never was a, “Gunfight at the OK Corral”.  The “OK Corral” part was a Hollywood fabrication.  The actual gun battle took place nearby, but, Gunfight at the Vacant Lot at Freemont and Third Next To The Boarding House”, doesn’t seem to have the same ring to it.

The town was fun, though.  The group toured the town and had lunch at “Big Nose Kate’s Saloon”, which probably had no actual affiliation with Doc Holliday’s girlfriend.  The basement of the saloon featured the entrance to one of the mines that honeycombed beneath the streets of the old mining town.  That location was scheduled to appear that night in a, “Ghost Story” television program.  During heavy rains some streets are closed due to fears cars might disappear through collapsing pavement, falling into one of the many mine tunnels below.

After an entertaining gunfight show at, “Helldorado”, the group headed south for Lowell on the edge of a huge, abandoned open pit gold and silver mine.  The closure of the mine doomed the town instantly to ghost town status.  The former owner of “The Broken Bit”, a huge, famous biker bar in Sturgis, SD, used funds from the sale of the bar to purchase the entire, (all two blocks of it) town.  The street is a trip back in time to the 50’s complete with vintage cars, trucks and motorcycles.  There are old gas pumps, fire trucks and even an old Indian Motorcycle dealership.

On the return trip to Tombstone, the seven stopped to investigate the old mining town of Bisbee.  The terrain and architecture was very interesting.  Old houses clinged to cliffs above picturesque turn-of-the century brick buildings.  While walking along the street, Duke commented that the, “Vibes” there were not good.  His intuition was verified as we passed a man openly smoking pot next to a storefront window filled with skulls and heads, arms and legs from baby dolls.  As final confirmation, there was a sign above the door of the next business that said, “Doing our best to offend the religious right”.

The return trip to Tombstone was pleasant and treated the group to a spectacular sunset over the old town and surrounding hills.  Dinner in front of the giant bar at the Crystal Palace Saloon, downstairs from Virgil Earp’s office was followed by a stroll to the famous, “Bird Cage Theater” where there are over 100 bullet holes in the walls and ceiling fired from the six guns of celebrating miners and cowboys.

The group then rode past Wyatt Earp’s house and Boot Hill to return to their log cabins on the outskirts of town for the night.  Campers in the adjoining RV park were treated to the rhythmic, music of Sentinels snoring in discord reverberating through the park.

Before sunrise and after the morning devotional, the seven went to prison.  The historic Yuma Territorial Prison, to be more precise.  The ride from Arizona’s Southeast corner to the Southwest corner of the state was scenic including rock formations, wildflowers and lots of desert.  The prison was, “a nice place to visit, but wouldn’t want to live there”.  It is a stone reminder of man’s inhumanity to man.

Riding home west of Yuma past sand dunes and agricultural fields was uneventful until passing Indio.  The final leg of the trip produced rain, sometimes of epic proportions.  The combination of Sunday evening traffic returning to Southern California and torrential rain made the final hours a challenge, but all returned safely to their homes.

It was a memorable trip comprised of fun, challenges, history and camaraderie.  The “Magnificent Seven” are now anxiously looking forward to the next road trip to Yosemite in May.

Gadget’s New Toy/Maiden Voyage

Gadget, the 3AM Treasurer for the SoCal Sentinals, is a charter member of the group and has made nearly all scheduled rides. However on all rides, including the two thousand mile trip through Colorado, he was astride a borrowed Harley Sportster. Those days are now over with the addition of a beautiful, shiny black Harley Road King to his garage.

3AM Messengers were called for an impromptu maiden voyage to accompany Gadget for a ride to………somewhere. It had been raining and cold but Sunday morning was marginally clear. The destination for a short ride was dictated by conditions dictated by Mother Nature. The obvious choice for a short ride could only be through the desert to the winter haven of Palm Springs.

Gadget, Boomer, George, Knute and Captain Vern were all available and converged at a local restaurant parking lot for the ride. After a pleasant short trek through the desert and past the giant wind generators the small group arrived Downtown at Ruby’s Restaurant. It was great to enjoy sitting outside at the sidewalk café with the bikes lined up in front.

After lunch, George broke from the group in search of some hot springs. The remainder of the group remounted to check-out an array of classic cars for sale a few blocks away. Old Cadillacs, muscle cars and exotic sports cars were available for sale, but none of the group was willing to sell their homes to buy one.

The ride back was pleasant and the group returned the members peeled off for their respective homes.   It was a nice, impromptu ride. Gadget reports his new Road King to be considerably more comfortable than the Sportster and is looking forward to future road trips. Scheduled trips include Tombstone in February, Yosemite in April and some longer trips this summer.


It’s not every day someone graduates to become a full-fledged, card-carrying Doctor.  Such an event should warrant a spectacular event to compliment such a spectacular accomplishment.  So, Brotherman’s wife, iDoc, gathered family, friends and some extraneous Sentinels for a tour of some of the best California has to offer.

The caravan comprised of cars, vans and motorcycles stopped for lunch in San Luis Obispo and then headed up the coast through Big Sur.  One of the turnouts along the cliffs was filled with Japanese tourists who treated the motorcyclists as if they were celebrities.   The all crowded around the bikes for photographs gushing and giggling as if they had encountered a real-life American movie motorcycle gang.

A delightful ride through the Redwoods with distant views to the Pacific and to San Francisco bay ended with lunch near Market Street.  Navigating the Golden Gate Bridge by motorcycle added a different dimension to the crossing.  Saint, Boomer and Captain Vern camped out in Petaluma while the remainder of the group took refuge in a local motel.

It was a beautiful, curvy, wooded ride down into St Helena.  The tour of Elmshaven, Ellen White’s home was both interesting and inspirational.   Also interesting was that the adjoining property was the childhood home of one of our riders, Sting.

A long stretch of freeway gave way to the highway and back roads through the hills to Oakhurst.  Captain Vern and Boomer settled down in tents by the river while the rest of the group settled into hotel rooms to rest for the ride into Yosemite in the morning.

Yosemite never disappoints. Exiting the tunnel to expose the famous viewpoint of Yosemite Valley is one of the most beautiful sites the world has to offer.
While at the viewing area, another Japanese tourist approached Brotherman, camera in hand.  She asked, “May I get a picture of you with your Harley Davidson”.   Captain Vern enjoyed witnessing that request since Brotherman rides a Victory and has a good-natured rivalry with the Harley owners.

Chukchansi Casino has what is probably one of the best brunch buffets on the planet.  Italian, Mexican, Oriental, American, seafood, prime rib or whatever anyone could desire was spread out across many specialty tables.  The only problem was that all the food was so tempting; it made it extremely difficult to save room for some of the hundreds of delectable deserts on display.  However, most of the group found a way to consume their share.

There are few places in the world that can offer such a diverse experience as California.  The spectacular scenery was matched only by the bonding and camaraderie of the adventurous group of friends and family.  Congratulations iDoc, and thanks for including friends in your glorious celebration.

Boomer Can Resist Anything But Temptation

The first Sunday in November, Brotherman, Boomer, Captain Vern and Gadget mounted their iron horses bound for the House of Hope in Bloomington. The House is a Christian residential facility for men with few options. Because of its dedication to maintaining Christian Values and teaching, the home receives no external funding. It is largely funded by a gardening business in which the residents work. The four Sentinel officers wanted to tour the facility prior to the fund raiser BBQ scheduled for the following Sunday. They found a staff dedicated to Christian teaching in a well-scheduled agenda of work, meal preparation, Bible study and fellowship in a highly structured environment.

After the tour, the four remounted and headed for Temecula Motorsports which was conducting a test ride event for their new Victory motorcycles. Every model of Victory was available and all but Boomer selected a bike for the first ride. Boomer said, “No I don’t want to ride one. I might be tempted to buy one and I really don’t want to do that”.

Brotherman, Captain Vern and Gadget took off for the escorted ride through the hills of Temecula on examples of the new American Iron. After a nice follow-the-leader cruise through the hills above the city, the three returned to the dealership to find Boomer’s Harley Heritage Special was not there and he was nowhere in sight. All assumed he had become bored waiting and headed for home. A few minutes later Boomer emerged and said, “Well I bought a bike”. He had traded in his Harley on a beautiful new 2013 Victory Crossroads.   So much for his dedication to avoid temptation.