By: Todd Peeler
When a couple friends of mine decided to head to DC for the Bikers For Trump Rally and the Presidential Inauguration of Donald J. Trump, I decided I was going to make that ride myself. I was very excited about our newly elected POTUS and wanted to witness history in the making. What started out as 4 friends, ended up being 11 before the ride ended with 7 having never met before. But we all know how bikers are, all you need is the one common thread, and that is riding.
As we were cruising up the Interstate, there were plenty of cars giving us the thumbs up sign and videoing us as I guess they knew where we were headed. It gave me a small sense of pride, because 5 of us are veterans and we were finally getting a Commander-In - Chief who was not going to take any shit from now on. Every time we stopped for gas, people were constantly asking if we were headed to DC, and thanked us for doing it. We had a beautiful day going up so that just made the trip that much better.
Friday morning, we headed to Franconia-Springfield Metro Station, as there were no vehicles allowed in DC that morning due to all the festivities. We were fortunate enough to find parking for all the bikes in one area. As soon as we got off the bikes, a family wanted to take their picture with us, and thanked us for coming. I actually believe people were concerned about what might take place, so for once bikers were a welcomed sight.
After a 30-minute train ride into DC, as we walked out of the station, and made it out to the parade route, you could see all the different groups, mostly protesters. Of course, you had your Lady’s movement, Black Lives Matter, Disrupt Trump J20, and a couple more. As we walked down the stairs toward John Marshall Park (Bikers For Trump) we came up on approximately 2-300 BLM right near our gate. They eyed us down, and we eyed them right back, but no words were said at the time. We were informed that our gate had just been locked because of the protesters. We felt like it was not right to infringe on our rights just because the protesters were at our gate.
We had been waiting at our gate minding our business when a small group of Disrupt Trump J20 came down at us, one making a comment about us” being in full force,” when one of them made the mistake of sticking his finger in our Marine’s face. Our Marine, Chris, didn’t know what his intentions were, so he kindly gave this boy a few knuckle sandwiches. A couple of guys in our group pulled him off, not wanting him to kill this knucklehead. During the commotion, a couple policeman walked past me, and I heard them say,” Oops, I forgot to turn on my camera,” so I knew that was our cue to let the protesters have it. The police were instructed to stand down until the protesters got violent. The police finally came back, and made the protesters go back to their group.
We hung around a little while longer, when a nicely dressed couple came by, and had to go through the group of protesters to get to their destination. The poor lady got separated from her husband, and the protesters surrounded her and starting one of their chants. You could tell she was scared. Our group seeing this, headed over to them, and when they saw us coming, they opened up the circle, and let her out. These POS would do things when in their big group, but get them away from the group, and they would run.
About an hour later one of the cops we had been talking to, came and took us to a gate that was open. WOW! There were a thousand or more people herded into an area that had 2-4 ft. gates you had to pass through, and then go through a metal detector before you were allowed into the street. Two block sections of Pennsylvania Avenue were cordoned off, and you had to pass through the gate and metal detectors to get to the parade route. It was a big hassle, but you had to understand that security was of the utmost priority. We parked it there during President Trump’s inauguration speech, and planned our next move. During all this time, we were constantly being interviewed by various radio, TV, and magazine writers. I guess our group of 11 seem to stand out as the larger group hanging together. I have to admit, it was kinda cool at first, but after a while it got old.
We had heard word that John Marshall Park was now open, and 2 volunteered to go scout the situation. We got our go ahead from them, and proceeded to the park where Bikers For Trump was having the rally. When we got there, there was another area that we had to be herded through to get inside. At least this time there were no protesters. After getting inside the park, we could finally relax a bit, since we were with our people. As we were waiting on the parade to start, this little gal comes up to us, and starts talking with us. We had no idea who this little gal was. She finally introduced herself as Jan Morgan, a 2nd Amendment activist, and Fox News contributor. She was very friendly, and ended up interviewing our group, with Chris, who we are now calling Hollywood due to the earlier brawl. This was a chance to set the record straight, so Bikers For Trump wouldn’t get a bad rap.
After seeing the POTUS and VPOTUS go by in their limo’s we figured we had better get out of Dodge to beat the crowds. We had not eaten anything all day, and was ready to grub out! We made it back to our hotels, and called it a day.
The ride home Saturday wasn’t quite as nice as coming down. We started out in a hazy, light rain, just enough to make it aggravating, but when we hit Davidson County line, the bottom fell out. Oh well, to have traveled that distance, and only got wet for the last 30 miles, I can’t complain!
All in all, it was a great trip. We made some new friends, had a great ride, and got to participate in the 2017 inauguration of our new President - Donald J. Trump! Man, that has a nice ring to it! We gave ourselves a name, since we couldn’t be the dirty dozen, we are the Elite Eleven! LOL Now I will end it with this, God Bless Donald Trump! and God Bless America! MAGA! Ride Safe Everyone!