Born to Ride #257 - October 2025

RIDING AT NIGHT - The solution is easy—slow down.

• Use only clear eye protection (not tinted), and keep it clean and free of scratches.

• Wait a few moments after leaving a bright area before riding away. Allow your eyes time to adjust to the low light level.

• Practice avoiding bright light sources as you ride along. Look to one side of street lights, signs, or headlights. For example, as a car

approaches, shift your vision from the headlights to the white line along the edge of your lane.

Be wary of overriding the headlight when driving at night. This is when your total braking distance (based on your speed, reaction time, and the road conditions) exceeds the distance you can see ahead. The solution is easy—slow down.

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USA TODAY Names Ferg’s Sports Bar & Grill the #1 Local Sports Bar in America!

From a small historic gas station to a 70,000 sq. ft. entertainment landmark — Ferg’s celebrates three decades of community, sports, and live music in St. Petersburg.

ST. PETERSBURG, FL — Ferg’s Sports Bar & Grill, a cornerstone of downtown St. Petersburg’s sports and entertainment scene, has been officially named the #1 Local Sports Bar in the U.S. by USA TODAY’s 10 Best Readers’ Choice Awards.

This national recognition highlights what Tampa Bay locals have known for years: Ferg’s isn’t just a bar — it’s an experience and destination like no other.

MARK FERGUSON’S VISION: FROM GAS STATION TO ST. PETE LANDMARK

When Mark Ferguson, a St. Petersburg native and former Pinellas County teacher, first envisioned opening a sports bar in the early 1990s, the area surrounding the now-Tropicana Field was still a rough, underdeveloped district. In 1991, Ferguson purchased a small, historic Sunoco gas station on Central Avenue and, with the help of friends and family, began transforming it into a neighborhood gathering spot.

What started as a modest local hangout quickly evolved into a 70,000-square-foot entertainment complex spanning nearly two city blocks, featuring:

• Over 100 TVs & a massive Jumbotron for game-day action

• A dog-friendly patio & park

• Multiple full-service bars and restaurants

• An outdoor concert and special events venue for crowds from 500 to over 5,000

• A vibrant nightlife scene with VIP party decks, private rooms, and open-air entertainment spaces

Today, Ferg’s stands as one of the most unique venues in the country, hosting Tampa Bay Rays Opening Day celebrations, ESPN tailgates, NFL watch parties, charity fundraisers, national concert acts, and community events — proudly serving as “St. Pete’s backyard.”

A HUB FOR SPORTS, MUSIC, AND COMMUNITY

“From day one, Ferg’s has been about more than just food and drinks,” said Mark Ferguson, founder and owner.

“We built this place to be St. Pete’s gathering spot — where friends, families, and fans can come together to celebrate, connect, and make memories. Being recognized as the #1 sports bar in the nation is an incredible honor and a testament to the amazing community that’s supported us for more than 30 years.” Mark adds: “When people come to visit St. Petersburg, I tell them to check out The Pier, The Dali Museum, and Ferg’s! Whether you’re here to catch the Rays, Buccaneers, Lightning, owdies, UFC fights, or your favorite band, Ferg’s continues to deliver nonstop entertainment and unforgettable experiences. Celebrate Ferg’s being named the #1 Sports Bar in America with an incredible fall lineup of live concerts, sports watch parties, and special events at the Ferg’s Concert Pavilion and Ferg’s Backyard Stage:

ABOUT FERG’S SPORTS BAR & GRILL

Founded in 1992, Ferg’s Sports Bar & Grill has grown from a converted gas station into one of the nation’s premier sports bars and entertainment complexes. Located directly across from Tropicana Field, Ferg’s offers an unmatched atmosphere for sports fans, music lovers, and event-goers alike. With over 70,000 square feet of space, multiple venues within a venue, and a passionate local following, Ferg’s continues to define the downtown St. Petersburg experience.

1320 Central Avenue, St. Petersburg, FL 33705 | (727) 822-4562 www.fergssportsbar.com

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ROCKIN’ FOR HEROES:

This Veterans Day, Indian Rocks Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) Post 10094 in Largo, Florida is set to host an unforgettable celebration of service, sacrifice, and southern rock. On Sunday, November 9, 2025, the VFW Post will present Rockin’ for Heroes, a large-scale community event honoring America’s veterans and commemorating the 250th anniversary of the United States Marine Corps.

Fittingly, the event will feature musicians with strong ties to both military service and American music traditions—including multi-platinum southern rock legends Molly Hatchet and country artist Derek Stoner, a retired U.S. Army Special Forces veteran who has transformed his battlefield discipline into a rising career on the Nashville stage.

Headlining the evening is Molly Hatchet, a band whose name has become synonymous with driving guitar riffs, anthemic lyrics, and the spirit of southern rock. Formed in Jacksonville, Florida in the mid-1970s, Molly Hatchet rose to prominence with their self-titled triple-platinum debut album, followed by a string of enduring hits including Flirtin’ With Disaster, Gator Country, and Dreams I’ll Never See. Over the decades, they have carried the torch of southern rock across the world. Molly Hatchet has

also long been known for its unwavering support of America’s military and veterans. The band has performed for America’s troops from the Persian Gulf to the Far East,and across the United States, dedicating their music to those who serve and protect the country and its citizens. Their connection to the veteran community makes their performance at Rockin’ for Heroes especially meaningful.

Rockin’ for Heroes takes place at Indian Rocks VFW Post 10094, located at 14450 Walsingham Road in Largo, Florida. Gates open at 2:30 PM, with Molly Hatchet taking the stage at 6:30 PM. The event is open to the public with all ages welcome (16 and under accompanied by an adult), with tickets starting at $35 for general admission and $45–$65 for reserved seating. Veterans receive a $5 discount on GA tickets, and a limited number of VIP add-ons are available. Tickets can be purchased at Vfwpost10094.SimpleTix.com.

Beyond the music, Rockin’ for Heroes carries a mission far greater than entertainment - honoring America’s veterans for their service and sacrifice. All proceeds will benefit VFW and local veterans charities.

Sponsors such as CarePlus, Conviva Senior Health Care, Veterans AC & Heating, Battle Law, Powered by Belltech, and Indian Rocks Beach Holiday Inn have stepped up to support the event, reinforcing their role as proud supporters of veterans in the community.

With its combination of legendary music, heartfelt patriotism, and a noble cause, Rockin’ for Heroes promises to be more than a concert—it will be a celebration of those who have worn the uniform, a recognition of military heritage, and a night to remember for all in attendance

I hope everyone out there is enjoying this spectacular riding weather. What great mental therapy it is! For me I’d rather ride and think about business than sit in a conference room and think about riding. Having served over 12,000 clients in 13 states in the past 20 years I’ve finally realized what can help my clients most. Sure, I can make them millionaires but so what! What really matters I’ve come to realize is helping them design an estate plan with a will and living trust the easiest most cost-effective way. It’s a bucket list thing everyone puts off but will gain a benefit from. So, I say, “Do something today that your future self will thank you for.” I have compiled some real stories on why you should take action and get yourself set up correctly using motorcycle situations. I hope you enjoy them on these few pages.

A Biker Helping Bikers

LET’S AVOID EVER HAVING TO SAY “I WISH I KNEW BACK THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW”

Our system is not in place …

The Inherited Iron that almost went to the wrong person.

When Raven Holloway’s father died, she didn’t expect to inherit much more than a pile of dusty old books and maybe a few rusty tools. Her father, Vincent, was known around town as the local mechanic with a dark, brooding presence—always dressed in black leather, always working on some project bike in his cluttered garage. What she didn’t expect was the legal nightmare that followed his passing. A week after the funeral, Raven was called to the lawyer’s once, where she learned that her father’s prized possession—his custom-built, jet-black Harley-Davidson—wasn’t as straightforward as she thought. Though Vincent had told her stories of how he built it from the ground up, no will was ever filed. Instead, the bike became entangled in probate, with other distant relatives suddenly laying claim to it.

One of them was her cousin, Derek—slick, greedy, and never close to her father. He claimed that he had “helped build the bike” and therefore deserved a share of its value. Another was Uncle Martin, Vincent’s estranged brother, who argued that as the oldest living relative, he should inherit everything. The lawyer, Mr. Harlow, laid out the situation. Without a clear will or proof of

ownership, the motorcycle would be evaluated as part of the estate and sold to cover debts—unless someone could prove rightful ownership. Frustrated, Raven went back to the garage, searching for anything that might help.

That’s when she found it—a small, locked toolbox with the initials V.H. engraved on top. Inside were faded receipts, including one from twenty years ago: Custom Frame - Purchased by Vincent Holloway. Another receipt showed Engine Parts - Ordered by V. Holloway. At the bottom of the box was an old photograph of her as a little girl, sitting on the Harley’s unfinished frame, her father grinning beside her.

On the back, written in his scruffy handwriting, was:

“Built for my girl—Raven’s Ride.”

Armed with the evidence, Raven returned to the lawyer. The receipts and photo, combined with testimonies from Vincent’s longtime friends, were enough to prove that the bike was always intended to be hers. Derek and Uncle Martin fought it but eventually, the probate judge ruled in her favor.

When the decision came down, Raven rode her father’s Harley through town, the wind whipping through her black hair, leather jacket tight around her shoulders. The bike wasn’t just an inheritance—it was a legacy, a reminder of the bond they shared, and a testament to the miles Vincent had traveled just to leave her something worth fighting for.

Our system is not in place …

The Harley in Probate

When old Tom Callahan passed away, his beloved 1972 Harley-Davidson sat untouched

in the garage, its chrome dull and its engine silent. His daughter, Emily, couldn’t bear to look at it—knowing it was the last piece of him left. A week after the funeral, a letter arrived from the lawyer: “No will found. All assets, including the motorcycle, must go through probate.” Emily’s heart sank. Without a will, Tom’s estranged brother, Gary, stepped in—claiming the Harley should be sold to cover debts. Desperate, Emily searched through her dad’s cluttered workbench, hoping to find something that proved it was meant for her. Finally, tucked inside an old leather saddlebag, she found a crumpled, grease-stained note:

“For Em—your ride when I’m gone. Love, Dad.”

In court, Emily showed the note—barely legible but undeniably his handwriting. With tears in her eyes, she spoke about their Sunday rides and how her dad always said the bike would be hers. The judge, moved by her words and the note, ruled in her favor. That evening, Emily took the Harley out, the engine roaring to life. As the wind whipped through her hair, she felt her dad’s presence—riding with her one last time.

How our system passed along a Harley probate free …

The Last Ride

Ben Carter never thought his father would leave him anything—let alone a motorcycle. Growing up, his dad was always on the road, chasing the horizon on his beloved 1969 Harley-Davidson, while Ben and his mom struggled to make ends meet back home. When the old man finally passed, Ben wasn’t sure how to feel—until the lawyer handed him a faded envelope with his name on it. Inside was a single key and a handwritten note:

”Son, I know

I wasn’t around much, but this bike was my freedom—my escape. It’s yours now. Take one last ride for me. There’s something I

left for you out at Blackwood Point. You’ll know where to look.”

Confused and a little angry, Ben drove out to his dad’s old cabin. There it was—rusty but beautiful, just like he remembered. After some tinkering, the Harley roared to life, its engine vibrating through his bones like a heartbeat. Riding through the open road, memories started to blur with the wind—the good ones, few and far between, but strong enough to remind him that his dad wasn’t just a wanderer—he was searching for something. When Ben reached Blackwood Point, he saw a small metal box buried under a pile of stones. Inside was a leatherbound journal filled with his dad’s thoughts, regrets, and dreams—things he never shared with anyone. Tucked in the back was an old photograph of them at a fair, with the words scribbled on the back:

”I never stopped loving you. I just didn’t know how

to stay.”

Ben sat on the edge of the cliff, the motorcycle cooling beside him, and realized that sometimes, forgiveness is found on the open road—where the past follows but doesn’t have to catch up.

Our system is not in place …

TOD created a costly legal headache

Jake Peterson was a motorcycle enthusiast with a collection of vintage bikes that he cherished more than anything. As he grew older, he wanted to make sure his prized possessions would go directly to his son, Lucas, without any hassle. To avoid probate, Jake added a Transfer on Death (TOD) designation to each motorcycle title, naming Lucas as the beneficiary. Unfortunately,

when Jake passed away unexpectedly, Lucas assumed the motorcycles would smoothly transfer to him. However, when he went to the DMV to change the titles, he discovered a problem. The clerk explained that the TOD designation was incomplete— Jake had never properly signed or filed the paperwork for two of his most valuable bikes.

To make matters worse, another complication arose. One of Jake’s ex-wives, Sarah, claimed that Jake had verbally promised her one of the motorcycles during their divorce settlement. Although it wasn’t written in the divorce decree, Sarah argued that the bike rightfully belonged to her. Now, Lucas found himself in probate court, battling not only to claim the motorcycles that didn’t have valid TOD designations but also to defend his right to the bike his father supposedly promised to Sarah. The judge had to sort through the conflicting claims and incomplete paperwork before deciding who would inherit the motorcycles. In the end, the judge ruled that the motorcycles without proper TOD paperwork had to go through probate, and Sarah’s claim was dismissed due to lack of evidence. Lucas finally gained ownership of his father’s collection, but not without months of legal headaches and unexpected fees.

It’s never too late to start planning for retirement. Time goes bye fast! There is not a one size fits all paint by the numbers solution. All of our situations are unique. You don’t need more money you just need a better plan. After having the privilege to serve tens of thousands of people over the years I can attest to the statement “That money won’t make you happy! But riding a motorcycle will! “

My passion is to help bikers in life changing ways. Hence the reason I created www.BikerHelpingbikers.com

RIDE APPALACHIA

OCTOBER IN CENTRAL APPALACHIA

THE BEST RIDING IN THE U.S.!

If you’re reading this article right now then that means it is OCTOBER on the BACKROADS OF APPALACHIA and FALL is our absolute FAVORITE season to ride here in our Region! Once that heat and humidity start to cool down in September and those LEAVES start to change colors we gear up to get all we can out of it here at the AMG with one unforgettable FALL COLORS EVENT after another! By this point in our season we have already completed 20+ Charity Events and Rides, 5 National Rallies, our Annual 4 State/2-Day Appalachian IRON BUTT ride, and our Double Decker Poker Run on the MOONSHINE TRAIL with the Moonshiners from Discovery Channel for the Children of Shriners Hospital! This also means another Beattyville KY Bourbon and Moonshine Festival has come and gone and BIGFOOT has run off into the Mountains again to hide, which he does every year at the end of the BAM Festival. You would think our 8+ Month Riding Season Schedule would have reached its peak by now and we would be starting to wind down here but you would be WRONG! Actually it is the Exact Opposite! This means we have one month left to RIDE before Old Man Winter Comes a Callin’ but it also means our FAVORITE MONTH TO RIDE has arrived here in the Central Appalachian Mountains and that is OCTOBER! For some that might make no sense as Spring and Summer here are hard to beat so why is it this month and not the others? Keep Reading because I am about to give you an insider secret straight from the source and that is all us Local Riders here in KY, WV, VA, and TN!

SO WHAT MAKES OCTOBER SO SPECIAL HERE IN THE OLD COAL BELT?

Well there are many things that make this month our favorite time to ride locally and it’s not just the obvious like our AMG FALL EVENTS schedule, or our last ride of the 2025 Season in the Smoky Mountains for the Children of St JUDE, and it’s not even BIKETOBERFEST in Daytona Beach Florida…. When this month comes along everyone here knows we have about a month or so left before the Cold comes in and our Mountains become bare again so most of you out there would think that all of us local riders would be bummed out about it? NOPE! Instead we actually wait for this month all year long! If it’s not obvious by now or you have not figured it out just yet then let me reveal the secret here in layman’s terms that everyone can easily understand regardless of if you Ride or not. It is our FALL COLORS! Even though we love to Ride our BOA TRAIL ROUTES in Spring and Summer when FALL rolls in it’s like Riding them all over again for the first time! Also by this time of year our Summer Tourism season has come and gone and even though we don’t have a lot of TRAFFIC here to begin with, now there is NONE and us RIDERS have the BACKROADS OF APPALACHIA all to ourselves! Make no mistake about it, this is our absolute favorite time to RIDE here! Period! And it will be yours too if you come here and experience it for yourselves! There is simply no place on earth that even comes to the season change that occurs here in OCTOBER across the OLD COAL BELT-RIDE OR DRIVE!

GETTING THE “ALL” OUT OF FALL AND ALL THOSE INCREDIBLE FALL COLORS!

So now you know why it’s OCTOBER for us locals and the secret is so now let’s talk about how all you visiting Riders that come here to see us this month can get the “ALL” out of FALL here in our Mountains before those Leaves hit the ground and we start

hunting for Christmas Trees and Thanksgiving Turkeys! After all, it is not even Halloween yet and we still have plenty of miles and memories to make here on the Backroads of Appalachia before we put our Bikes up again! As the old saying goes “It aint over til its over” and all of our events this month are specifically designed to get the “ALL” out of FALL by bringing you our favorite routes, our favorite overlooks, and our favorite places to see those Autumn Colors across our Trail System! We have learned a thing or two here over the last 5 years and just like our GPS-Enabled Trail Routes in our FREE Backroads of Appalachia Mobile Application, and in our Free Communities on the REVER app, our events are also continually revised by RIDER input and by our local communities to also be the BEST they can be! From the Daniel Boone National Forest and Cumberland Falls State Park on Copperhead Trail KY, To the Brand New Black Mountain Overlook sitting on top of KY’s highest mountain on the Dragonslayer HWY 160, to the Rolling Hills and Big Sweepers on Rattlesnake 192-Brake on the Snake, to the top of that Lighthouse that overlooks Summersville Lake at the Summersville Lake Retreat in Summersville WV on THE WV HELLBENDER, to that unforgettable ride along the Cumberland River on Revenue Runner HWY 92, we have got it covered and everyone is invited to join us! That is why we do what we do here after all, we are here to show the world that we have the “BEST RIDING IN THE U.S.! PERIOD!” hands down and we love to RIDE here just as much as anyone who visits us does! That is a Fact Jack! You can ask anyone who has already been here and rode with us on any of our Rides!

TIME TO MAKE SOME MORE MEMORIES - LET’S RIDE FALL!

We always start out OCTOBER each season by Riding for a cause that everyone has been affected by in their Families. As everyone knows October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and on OCT 4th we host our Annual AMG LADY RIDERS RIDE FOR THE CURE Event with our Partners at Wildcat Harley Davidson in London KY This event is led by our AMG LADY RIDERS to raise awareness

and donations for the National Breast Cancer Foundation. Another great Ride down APPALACHIAN GATEWAY 80 and RATTLESNAKE 192 to see our friends again at the SOUVENIR SHACK one last time as we do each Season! This ride includes many Breast Cancer Survivors in our Group and everyone is invited to attend. RIDE OR DRIVE! Real men do wear PINK and we do it in October as we Honor the women we ride with and those we have lost in our own families to this devastating disease… Leaves are in the early stages of change with early FALL COLORS of RED and ORANGE on the mountain tops! Next up we have our First Annual AMG BLOODY HARLAN GHOST RIDE on Oct 11th with our Partners over at Harlan County KY Tourism! This is a great ride East on some of our best routes to see Kentucky’s Leaf Changes all the way over to Harlan KY! REVENUE RUNNER HWY 92, JOE C PAUL MEDAL OF HONOR TRAIL (Gatliff Mountain Overlook), THE CHAIN(Pine Mountain State Park), and GATEWAY 119-MCCOY SIDE! Join us as we go on a Ghost Tour through Harlan’s most haunted sites with LIVE! Tour Guides and Creepy Characters! This is Appalachia’s only ghost tour ride and one you do not want to miss as it will be an absolute blast and a great way to see our colors here! KY FALL LEAVES during the Day and a whole different event at Dark! Fall Leaves are almost at their Peak with ORANGES and REDS in the lower elevations while the HIGHER ELEVATIONS are in FULL COLORS including YELLOW!

OCTOBER 16-19th we return once again to represent our Region, Our Mission, and our Riding at BIKETOBERFEST 2025 at our home away from home at the LEGENDARY BOOTHILL OUTPOST in Ormond Beach Florida! We are bringing it on again this year for a 5th straight time with our Partners, Our Friends, Our Sponsors, and most importantly our extended riding community as we bring the “Best Riding in the U.S.! PERIOD!” To the World once again in Daytona Beach Florida this FALL! Stop by and see us to get yourself a FREE 2oz bottle of TopCoat Products-F11 Classic Formula, A Free COPPERHEAD TRAIL KY Patch, an Ice Cold Water, and see that Crazy Hillbilly Honda-Matic RAT BIKE known as the “BACKROADS

BRAWLER” built by David Long over at Shortfuse Customs! Winner of this year’s 85th Annual Sturgis Rally Rat’s Hole Bike Show! We will also have some custom engraved Viclas and Cholo Style Bikes with us for you to check out courtesy of our friend Robert Espinosa from Viclas and Customs Inc, Winner of our Show and just about everyone else’s at 85th Sturgis this year! We will be covering every location at the BIKETOBERFEST Rally so see us out and about there also! Can we Win again at the Rat’s Hole Bike Show at Indian Motorcycles of Daytona Beach and take home our 4th Rat’s Hole Bike Show-Rat Class Trophy this year? Be There to Find out! Back home the FALL COLORS are almost their BRIGHTEST both in the High and Low Elevations!

NOW comes our LAST RIDE of the Season and our FALL COLORS FINALE and at this Event we hit them at their absolute PEAK in 2 DIFFERENT APPALACHIAN MOUNTAIN STATES! This Ride or Drive covers both KY and TN and is always one of our most popular events every single season without fail! This is our 5th ANNUAL AMG/BOA TENNESSEE FALL LEAVES RIDE with our TN Disaster Relief and Motorsports Partners down at the DRAGON CITY MOTORCYCLE RESORT on the TN side of the TAIL OF THE DRAGON! Our favorite palace STAY in the SMOKY MOUNTAINS! PERIOD! We do this unforgettable 2-Day Ride every year to raise money for the St. Jude Target House-Christmas Rooms with our Charity Partners over at the Childhood Cancer Family Fund Not only do we raise money each year for them, our AMG LADY RIDERS shop with the CCFI for those children with the money we raise at this event combined with other Charity Events we have done for them this FALL! With unforgettable Routes like the BLUE RIDGE PARKWAY, CHEROHOLA SKYWAY, and TAIL OF THE DRAGON(RIDERS CHOICE), combined with our traditional stops like the WHEELS THROUGH TIME MUSEUM in Waynesville NC, and all the Nature you can handle like the ELK HERDS in Cherokee NC, it is no wonder this is everyone’s favorite event each season! Do not forget to book your room now at DRAGON CITY or you will have to stay in Maryville, TN and miss our ANNUAL END OF SEASON HALLOWEEN PARTY and BONFIRE! The FALL COLORS are at their PEAK with all colors showing out through the First Week of November with LEAVES already beginning to FALL at the HIGHER ELEVATIONS!

Well looks like I have done it again and wrote yet another article that could have been a book but it is almost impossible to fit 10 Gallons in a 5 Gallon Bucket! Plus I am more of a RIDER then I am WRITER but If you just BROWSE or SCAN this article you will see all of our FALL MOTORCYCLE EVENTS in OCTOBER in BOLD as well as a full FALL LEAF COLORS RIDE GUIDE for every single weekend in OCTOBER! I also highlighted some of our favorite places to see all those incredible FALL COLORS here in CENTRAL APPALACHIA if you look closely! It does not take a secret decoder ring to figure out our favorite time to RIDE here on the BACKROADS OF APPALACHIA! It is FALL and it is OCTOBER! The best part? EVERYONE is WELCOME here!

Download our FREE BOA MOBILE APPLICATION, Find our Communities now on the FREE REVER MOBILE APP, and you can find them all on Cyclefish.com, You can also find them on our Social Media pages or by visiting us at our website at backroadsofappalachia.org/events! Well what are you waiting for?

LET’S RIDE FALL APPALACHIA!

—Jay

Fryman (FryDaddy)

Founder, Appalachian Motorcycle Group Board of Directors, Backroads of Appalachia

In 2024, we finally had the chance to cross something off our bucket list that we had dreamed about for years: going to Sturgis. What we didnt realize at the time was just how much that first trip would change us. We loved it so much that the following year, in 2025 , we found ourselves back on the road again, heading toward the wide-open plains of South Dakota for another round of unforgettable experiences. Sturgis isn’t just a motorcycle rally - it’s a living, breathing city that springs up from the dust once a year, fueled by chrome, horsepower, music and community.

The heart of the Sturgis experiece for us, without question, is the Buffalo Chip. Calling it a campground or a venue doesn’t even begin to do it justice. The place is mind - blowing - so big it literally has its own zip code. Imagine an entire world built for riders, a place where you can find concerts, stunt shows, vendors, tattoo parlors,

restaurants, stores, and even a Wall of Death, all within walking distance of your bike. It’s like stepping into a temporary city where every single person shares your love of motorcycles, freedom, and the open road. That feeling of community - thousands of people from all over the country being genuinuely nice to each other - was one of the things that struck us most. At the Chip, everyone treats you like family, and there’s a magic in that kind of connection.

As breathtaking as the Buffalo Chip is, the natural beauty surrounding Sturgis rivals even the wildest rock show. If you’ve ever ridden through Needles Highway, you know the feeling: those towering granite spires rising like something out of a fantasy novel, the road twisting and turning until you’re almost dizzy, and then suddenly opening up into jaw - dropping views. The Badlands left us equally speechless - otherwordly landscapes

painted in shades of red, tan, and gold, a reminder of just how ancient and rugged this country is. Riding through Spearfish Canyon, with its rushing waterfalls and lush greenery , felt like a reward for making the journey. These rides are not just scenicthey’re spiritual. They remind us why motorcycles and freedom go hand in hand. Every photo we took felt like capturing a piece of history , something we’d never forget.

For us, though, Sturgis isnt just about personal adventure. Its also about business. Together, we run The John & Heather Show, and for the past two years we’ve been honored to work as content creators for the Buffalo Chip. That role has opened doors we never imagined. We’ve had the chance to sit down with countless unique and interesting people - riders, builders,

performers, and everyday legends who make the rally what it is. One of the highlights of 2025 was meeting Kris Kyle from Five Finger Death Punch and filming a promo with him. To be backstage, to connect with artists who bring so much energy to the rally, is surreal.

But it’s not just the celebrities that matter - its the people. We’ve interviewed custom bike builders who pour their souls into machines, charity riders who ride for causes bigger than themselves, and travlers who came from as far away as Europe just to be a part of the Sturgis Tradition. Everyone has a story, and part of our mission as content creators is to capture those stories and share them with the world. Sturgis gave us that platform, and it’s something we’ll always be greatful for.

What makes all of this even more meangingful is the personal journey behind it. A few years ago, Heather survived a near-fatal accident that left her with a traumatic brain injury .Recovery has been anything but easy. There were moments when we werent sure she’d ride again, let alone chase our dreams. But she did. And every time we throw a leg over the bikes and roll into Sturgis together, we feel like were proving - to ourselves and maybe to others - that you can overcome. Our motto has become

“Adventure before Dementia”, a reminder to live fully now, to embrace every mile , every conversation, every concert, and every memory. Sturgis embodies that spirit perfectly.

Going back in 2025 felt like coming home. We already knew the lay out of the land, but Sturgis has a way of surprising you no matter how many times you go. Each year brings new shows, new faces, and new opportunities. The Buffalo Chip remained the epicicenter of our work, but beyond the content creation, it was about reconnebting with the people we met the year before and forging new friendships. When you walk through the crowds at Sturgis, you see people of every background, every walk of life, all united by the same love of motorcycles. There’s no judgement, no division - just freedom.

One of our favorite memories from 2025 was simply statnding at the Chip’s main stage as the sun went down, the roar of bikes echoing in the distance, the crowd buzzing with anticipation for the night’s headliner. In that moment, surrounded by thousands of like - minded souls, we realized why Sturgis is so powerful. It’s about being part of something bigger, a movement that celebrates freedom, resilience, and joy.

Looking back on our trips in 2024 and 2025, we realize that Sturgis is more that just a rally for us. It’s a place where our passions collide: the trill of riding, the beauty of nature, the excitement of live music, and the opportunuty to share stories through our show. It’s where adventure and purpose meet. And it’s a reminder that no matter what challenges life throws at you, the open road is always waiting, ready to set you free.

For anyone who has ever though about going to Sturgis, our advice is simple : DO IT ! Pack your bags, fire up your bike, and head toward the Black Hills. Because once you’ve been thereonce you’ve felth the energy of the Buffalo Chip, ridden through! the Badlands, and shared a beer with a stranger who instantly feels like family - you’ll understand. Sturgis isnt just a trip. It’s a tradition, a conmunity, and for us a way of life.

— John & Heather

“Adventure before Dementia”, a reminder to live fully now, to embrace every mile, every conversation, every concert, and every memory.”

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Four Wheels and Two: A Biker’s Comedy of Survival

Look I love sharing the road with cars. It’s like sharing a dance floor at a wedding: they’re doing the Electric Slide, and I’m over here breakdancing on a landmine. Two totally different worlds, same patch of asphalt.

First thing car drivers need to understand: we’re tiny. You in your SUV are basically driving a mobile apartment. Me? I’m piloting a lawn chair strapped to a jet engine. If you glance in your mirror and don’t see me, it doesn’t mean I’m not there. It means I’m either in your blind spot, behind your bumper, or airborne because you “didn’t notice” me.

And speaking of lane-splitting, let’s clear this up. Legal some places, illegal in others, but always logical for survival. You think it’s “dangerous”? Buddy, dangerous is sitting still behind Karen’s minivan while she’s digging for the chicken nugget her toddler just yeeted under the seat. You’re in your cushy sedan, AC blasting, sipping on a frappuccino the size of a toddler. Meanwhile, I’m marinating in my own sweat, sitting on a gas tank hotter than Satan’s hairdryer. So yeah, I’m gonna squeeze between traffic. You think it’s reckless; I think it’s called not becoming rotisserie biker.

Then there’s braking. You slam on your brakes and your car purrs, “Don’t worry, I’ve got 47 airbags and a latte holder.” I slam my brakes too hard and suddenly I’m auditioning for Cirque du Soleil without a contract. That’s why I don’t tailgate. It’s not that I enjoy reading your bumper stickers — especially the one that says “Honk if you love Jesus” while you’re cutting me off — it’s because I like keeping my skeleton factoryinstalled.

Turn signals. Oh, the elusive unicorn of driving. They exist, people. They’re not just ornamental Christmas lights on your steering column. Flip ‘em on! A biker seeing an un-signaled lane change is like a bullfighter seeing the cape — except instead of a bull, it’s a Kia Sorento full of soccer gear. And headlights? Don’t even get me started. Turn them on. Not the half-asleep “daytime running lights.” REAL headlights. At dusk, you guys blend into the pavement quicker than an ex avoiding child support. If I wanted jump scares, I’d watch a horror movie, not merge onto I-95 at sundown.

“I love sharing the road with cars. It’s like sharing a dance floor at a wedding: they’re doing the Electric Slide, and I’m over here breakdancing on a landmine.”

Now, I’ll own it — bikers ain’t angels. I’ve seen guys on sport bikes dart through traffic like caffeinated dragonflies. Cool wheelie, bro, but now Karen in her minivan thinks I’m the same kind of lunatic. Thanks for that. We all get painted with the same brush — the “reckless biker” brush. Meanwhile, 90% of us are just trying to ride without being turned into a hood ornament on a Ford F-150.

Here’s the kicker though: cars and bikes actually need each other. You in your fourwheeler? You’re my shield against semis that could flatten me like a pancake at Waffle House. And me? I’m your friendly reminder that driving is not the same thing as napping behind the wheel. We balance each other out — yin and yang, leather and polyester, chrome and cupholders. So let’s make a deal: share the road like it’s the last six-pack at the campsite. Don’t hog it, don’t spill it, and for the love of Harley, don’t ruin it for everyone. Wave, nod, give some space. That little two-finger biker wave? That ain’t just style. That’s me saying, “Thanks for not squashing me into a traffic statistic today.”

And look, I get it — cars will always outnumber bikes. Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul. But both move better when nobody’s in the emergency room. So next time you see me coming up in your mirror, don’t panic. Don’t swerve. Just smile, wave, and remember: if we’re both careful, we can get where we’re going safe and sound. You to your Starbucks. Me to my freedom. And if we don’t? Well… you’ll have a great story about “that one biker” at Thanksgiving dinner, and I’ll be haunting you from the great motorcycle rally in the sky.

So in closing, be safe out there. Share the road and always look twice. Not just for motorcycles but for other vehicles as well. Till next time.

— Nefarious James American Patriot

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Another Month, Another Baseless Story

I was just sittin here in the trailer park watching Jerry Springer when I was reminded what time of the month it was. Oh crap … I didn’t turn in my column yet this month and yeah, it’s a short month. For some reason, I was dreaming that it was July but alas, it wasn’t. The thought of time, days and deadlines didn’t really cross my mind. I was simply relaxing here thinking about going to Daytona for Bike Week and other pleasant thoughts – or unobtainable dreams and not so much about obligations and tasks that really need to be done.

It’s a slow and simple life out here in the country, and there is little motivation to get too excited about things that must get done in a certain amount of time. At this point in my life, I have little or no concept of time, either previously elapsed or remaining in the future. It’s one of those deals. As long as I wake up above ground I assume that there are endless possibilities. If I make it from the bed to the kitchen for coffee anything is possible and after a half a pot or so, I can consider functioning as a regular human being – whatever that is. Often, I wonder what a ‘normal’ life is. Most of us have jobs, ambitions and the enjoyment of reaping the rewards from our various occupations. That’s the thing that keeps most of us driving on, pushing forward and continuing to do chores that we don’t really like to do as a simple matter of survival. Fortunately, I enjoy writing and sometimes it allows me to be able to relate what’s going on in my life, at least it gives me a minute to see which way the road is going to turn – so to speak. None of us really know. This is a long road and the twists and turns often remind us that, even though we think we know where we are going, sometimes fate has a different idea and we can find ourselves on a back-road to nowhere in minutes. It’s okay people, just enjoy the scenery!

Once, I was involved in a motorcycle organization that often demanded that I be somewhere at a certain time. I remember that in this scenario, I couldn’t get there the day before to enjoy a bit of down time because believe it or not – I had a job! Again, this was years back when I was lucky enough to be employed so I had to do something that I would not normally do. No, I didn’t get on an airplane and ask for a ride to the event, I got up at 4 AM and met with some of the guys so we could be there to attend the gig and do our part to help the community and our group. It’s a beautiful thing to leave early on the bike and watch the sun come up on the horizon, hear the crisp sound of the pipes almost all in unison and feel the brotherhood of the road! I don’t know if there is a better feeling and at the end of the day, even if you are tired, you know in your heart that the journey was worth it! So is the good feeling we get as bikers really worth it?

Of course it is. Even though we are often given a bad rap by the media or sometimes looked down upon by the local authorities, in the end it all seems to be worth it. I suspect that most of you would agree on this subject and yeah, it costs a few bucks to stay wide-open in the fast lane but we can all look back the good we have done as a loosely knitted community of people that all share the same passion!

The freedom and benevolence of motorcycling and living on the road are much more important than the nay-sayers comments and opinions of our unique lifestyle. I don’t know about you, but I certainly wouldn’t change a thing! The experiences and journeys that we share out there on the highway are far more important than the opinions of the unknowing. If you want to denigrate the life that we lead, at least try it once and hey, if you don’t like it, simply move on. There is no need for negative commentary and foolish myths that have persisted for generations and beyond simply because we are different. Let’s just keep up the good work and keep helping our organizations and communities like we always do. It is our destiny after all.

So now. Thunder Beach is upon us. You are likely reading this at the event, or perhaps before or after it, but either way simply be reminded that the people next to you are your brothers and sisters who came to enjoy the same scene that you did. Years ago, I wrote an entire article regarding this unique event. I can’t remember if it was titled ‘Come for Vacation and leave on Probation’ or whatever but keep this in mind – there are a lot of people out there who still don’t ‘get’ our lifestyle and some don’t like it too much. Unfortunately, certain factions of the local authorities aren’t big fans of this event and I can tell you that it isn’t a pretty scene in the Volusia County Jail. All I can do is attempt to implore the thought on all of you to do your absolute best to stay the heck out of trouble and don’t fall victim to the potholes and downfalls that can ruin a good time! We are all out here to have fun so let’s keep it at that and enjoy the event and the nuance that is the biker life!

MEET SENA

My name is Sena Hernandez, I’m born and raised in Wimauma, Florida! I’m a mom to 2 boys, a dental assistant and a model. I love spending time at the beach, kayaking and hanging out with my friends and family. My dream is to be the best model I can be and become cover of Vogue, be on a billboard in Times Square and become a Victoria Secret Angel walking the runway. Life is an everevolving journey and I’m here for the ride! Grateful for this opportunity to be one step closer to achieving my dreams.

Bike: 1999 Harley Evo Hardtail

Bike Owner: Drew Burley

Location: Tampa, Florida

Model: Sena Hernandez

This month’s horrible old biker film is Satan’s Sadists. I suppose that in 1969, when this film was made, it was somewhat shocking. I could be wrong, but in the ‘B’ movie world, I am considered an expert. So it should suffice to say that due to the nudity, violence, and general disregard for filmmaking etiquette yeah, Satan’s Sadists is still fairly shocking 30 years later.

The story begins as most all biker exploitation pieces do, with a group of bikers riding through the desert. I often ask myself “What the heck does the desert have to do with biker exploitation?” It seems in most of the ‘B’ Bonanzas the desert is the place where it all happens. But again I digress. In the first scenes, the “Satan’s” encounter a young couple getting ready to get it on in the weeds. They help this young man get his girl’s dress off and as usual, they have their way with her and kill them both just before pushing their car over a cliff. Down the road a piece, the Satan’s encounter a gas station with a café in it, and as usual problems ensue. This is where you really get to know the players. Anchor is the de-facto leader of the group, and he is accompanied by Gina, his “Mama.” Gina is a pretty rough looking chick, but she helps out in all the Satan’s criminal activity, and is consistently expressing her (love) for Anchor. “I really dig him man,” it’s just gross. … Anyway, as the group enjoys their coffee, beer and whiskey, Gina begins dancing on the table. This leads to a confrontation with the owner of the café. A fight breaks out and one of the customers (a cop in plain clothes) pulls out a gun, only to be jumped from behind by a member of the gang. Four of the gang members take the cop, his wife, and the owner out back

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at gunpoint, leaving the other 2 inside with the waitress, and a recently discharged Marine. It seems that one of the Satan’s was burned in the fray, and the waitress was trying to sooth his burn by applying some sort of cream while the ex-marine watched. Meanwhile the others rape the cop’s wife, and then kill the trio leaving them outside. The ex-marine knowing that danger was imminent smashes the burned Satan in the face with a mirror and gives the other one a ‘swirley’ in the toilet, drowning him. (For the uninformed, a swirley is where you stick someone’s head in the toilet, and flush it.) The waitress and the marine escape in her dune buggy, but they soon run out of gas. The remaining gang members chase them through the desert. Some of the machines don’t fare too well in the off-road arena, and the group begins to get tired. Even though the waitress and the marine are on foot, they manage to avoid capture for a while. The Satan’s spot a truck - camper in the desert, and decide to go check it out. They leave 2 members behind to watch the broken bikes. Wow! It was occupied by 3 girls who are collecting rock samples. … Geez. Anyhow, Anchor and his gang befriend the girls and eat their chow. Gina is getting scared and begging Anchor to split before they are caught by the authorities. Anchor disses her and continues to play with his new friends. Anchor directs two of the gang to go search for the waitress and the marine. One of them actually encounters them, but he is killed by a rattler that the marine throws on him with a stick. In the meantime, darkness sets in and Gina steals one of the bikes, rides off into the dark and crashes into a ravine killing her. Anchor and the other two are enjoying some wild psychedelic sex with the three campers, as the other biker returns. He’s mad because Anchor has killed all three of the women, and a fight ensues between the two. In the same time frame, the other member kills himself playing Russian roulette. Only two survive at this time Anchor, and Firewater. Anchor is unconscious, and Firewater gets on his bike and takes off looking for the witnesses. He encounters them and once again there is a fight, which leaves Firewater crushed under some falling rocks. At this point you would assume that the waitress and the marine had survived, but here comes Anchor on the last remaining motorcycle. The marine armed with a knife and Anchor armed with a gun have a little chat, and then one throws the knife as the other shoots. The wounded marine leaves Anchor in the desert with a knife in his neck as he and the waitress ride off on Anchor’s bike.

This is another one of the “rated R for ridiculous” biker films. It runs 90 minutes and is available on DVD. Believe it or not, I kinda secretly enjoyed this thing. The intro claimed that it was made in 10 days straight, and of course, there was little or no budget available. It was somewhat predictable at times, but laughable as well. Nice touch of boobies here and there!

Anchor was played by Russ Tamblyn. Tamblyn’s career is many miles long appearing in television, films and Broadway. You may remember him in “West Side Story” or my favorite “The Attack of the 60 foot Centerfold”. I’ll give this one 3 out of 5 stars.

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his also started to sag and cave in. He saw a need to fix this problem. Ray says, starting this new business was something he just fell into by fixing his own saddlebags and then behold, friends of friends and others witnessed what Ray did and wanted him to fix their saddlebags too. As an inventor and entrepreneur, Ray took his creative background and put his skills to work by experimenting with several different types of materials to finally come up with a patented ABS lid and bag reinforcement kit that would be designed to help keep the original shape of any leather saddlebag made on the market. So, if you’re tired of looking at your caved in leather saddlebags and/or if they are starting to lose their shape and their parts, or if you have brand new bags and you want to prevent them from ever caving in, please keep Leather Lid Inserts in mind. For all your leather saddlebag accessory needs as a do-it-yourselfer or if you want them to install, visit www.LeatherLidInsert.com and order your DIY Kit or Find an area Dealer Installer.

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LEATHER WEATHER AND RIDING TOGETHER

It’s October and happy fall y’all Born to Ride friends. The days get shorter and the nights get longer... Over all the years that Mike and I have been listening to bands, I believe we’ve heard those lines in a song before. Anyways it’s that time of year when a lot of you humans will pull out your leathers and ride like you’re up north. Mike’s new motto is; if it’s too cool for a long sleeve shirt on the scoot then it’s leather weather and better riding together.

He breaks in, “new motto? I’ve been telling you that since we lived in Virginia my little rhyming raptor. I just haven’t found a coat small enough to fit you.

You know Spyke, every year I say we’re gonna take a road trip north and something always comes up. I think this might be our year. I miss riding the twisties and seeing colorful trees.”

I cackle, “dude, we really don’t have to leave Florida to see some of that. The I-10 corridor from 75 to Tallahassee can be a very pretty ride, but usually not till November. Closer to home I’ve heard that the Morningside Nature Center in Gainesville

have some northern trees producing beautiful colors and the back roads off the I-75 corridor getting there have hills and some decent twisties!

We can ride those roads on the way to Lucky-U Cycles 2nd annual Lucky-U Fest on November 1 and 2nd in Wildwood. If that event is half as awesome as Patrice’s Bikes for Boobies Bash at the same location on October 4th, that’s going to be a great ride and destination!”

Mike cuts me off asking, “how do you know all this my fall colored chicken?”

I chirp, “dude, I listen to all the juicy gossip down at the Crowbar between my friends flying in from the north and the local birds, you know the real snowbirds with wings! Plus, I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. According to the Old Farmers Almanac peak season for us is November 14 through the 21st. This month is basically just a temperature change where it can go from 90 to 55 like it saw a state trooper!”

Mike barks out, “OK OK you’re right my proud owl. I get easily sidetracked talking to a bird with knowledge. You make my attention span a mile wide and an inch deep!”

I cluck, “I know! When riding on your shoulder and looking into your ear, I can see out the other side and hear waves from the shallow water!

It’s early in the season, but I’ve heard you run around the house saying things like; autumn leaves and pumpkins please and if the pumpkin fits, let’s carve it. Or, happy Hallo-wine let’s eat, drink and be scary. Which reminds me, this year please don’t take me to a Fall Festival. Last year I got kicked out because you left me in the middle of a corn maze and I had to chew my way out, ruining the original route. While

I was pecking away at the field, you got asked to leave because you were bobbing for apples with a scuba mask. What were you thinking?”

Mike replies, “well I wanted to make sure I could see the good ones, nobody wants a bad apple! Plus, I didn’t want to bite the apple with a worm or worse yet half a worm!

OK Spyke, no Fall Harvest Festivals for us this year. Instead, we’re gonna concentrate on Halloween. I see you’ve been checking out my new Born to Ride gnome costume. What do you think?”

I cluck, “well if you really gotta know, I’m glad you’re not going as a pirate again this year because I’m sick and tired of being the shiver in your timber and the walk-in’ your plank every Halloween. But I have to ask how are you gonna make your ears pointed, build a fat belly and grow a beard in less than a month?”

Mike babble’s, “you know how my pretty Polly. We live in an age of technology where anything can be made. That and $100 bucks at Party City will get the job done!

I tweet, “well my daddy with more bucks than brains. That’s for you to make happen and me to stand back and watch. So for me to just stand there and do nothing waiting for you to make a move is very hard ‘cause I never know when you’re finished just standing there...”

Mike blurts out, “oh you’ll know when I’m finished. I’ll have the Fat Bird 3 out of the garage and ready for you to get your wings in the wind, my knees under the keys, and the scoots’ wheels rolling down the road, heading north!”

— SPYKE

CHRISTIAN MOTORCYCLISTS ASSOCIATION

We know that each and every road leads somewhere. Most of the time as we ride locally, we know where we are going. If we take certain roads we will end up at work, school, or the store. There are times we might be riding and decide to take a road we don’t recognize just to see where it ends up. It has been a long time since we have actually become lost. With all of our new technology, it is easier to find our way back home. Once in a while we will travel to places unfamiliar and need to plan the route more carefully. We can use a map or the GPS on the phone to ensure we reach our destination.

Speaking of taking different roads to reach a destination, it brings to remembrance an idiom. Maybe you have heard it before. “All roads lead to Rome”. This particular metaphor is based on a road system. Back in the days of Rome some 2000 years ago, there was an expansive Roman road system. The city of Rome was the capital of the Roman empire. With this road system there were many ways to converge on the capital city of Rome. So, all the roads literally lead to Rome. This idea may also mean that regardless of the specific approach taken, the ultimate outcome or destination remains the same.

Unfortunately, people use the view that many roads can lead to a relationship with God for their eternal life. Depending on the source, I am sure this would be a popular view.

If there are many roads to the same destination, then why isn’t the one I am on the right one? The first verse that comes to mind is found in John 14:6 Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me”. There are many roads out there in the world. There is only one road that takes you to God. The GPS you need for this road is the Bible. Tune into it and learn of Jesus to ride the only road for eternal life.

Teach’s Takeaway,

- Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life.

- No one can come to the Father except through Jesus.

- This road will lead each of us to the destination for eternity.

There are many roads we can travel in this life. The destinations are vast and numerous. There is only one that truly matters. When we travel the road that leads to our journey’s end, may it be with a right relationship with God for all of eternity. Put your trust in Jesus as He is the only way to the Father. Ride together, ride safe, and ride on.

— Fellow Soldier in Christ, Wayne (Teach) Masiker

Christian Motorcyclists Association wayne.masiker@att.net