I’m not entire sure what I had in mind when I took these pictures. I didn’t go too close and I actually hid behind my Rendezvous when I took the pictures. Was feeling intrusive by taking the pictures. However, I couldn’t stop myself.
Am I morbid? No!
Am I trying to be rude and intrusive? No!
Am I curious? Yep!
We were heading home from Yellowstone and we passed this at a gas station just before heading out of town on Highway 20. I stopped (had 2 cars following me that had to lock up their brakes to pull over with me) and jumped out with my camera. The Nanny and ex #1 pulled into parking spots, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.
What I saw was this:
See the coffin? It was being hauled by a bike. It could have been a Harley. I’d wager a guess it was. And not just one Harley but perhaps 20. And 2 coffins, if I recall correctly. I think. I can’t swear to two of them and I didn’t get a picture of what I presume was the white coffin.
I have, perhaps, 10 pictures. I’ll leave it at this and call it good. Now, why did I take the pictures?
I’m curious. Is it a “Last Ride?” Is it respect to a fallen friend? I really wish I knew what brought this entire group together with a solid purpose and goal. Are they taking him/her/them through Yellowstone for a last ride?
I thought about it the entire drive home. What was the purpose? Why did they do this? I mean, quite honestly, it’s not common. It’s not something you see every day! What was it about this fallen friend that brought all these people together?
Recently, I clicked “Like” on a group on Facebook. I like reading their questions/answers; I adore some of their pictures. I scan through the events they post. However, I ride in, what they call, a “cage.” I’m not one of them. I am learning some of their culture, their ways, their mentality. Some of the posts were actually quite informative!
One of the pictures I’ve found on their Facebook Page.
The group? The Biker’s Code.
They discuss all parts of the “code” they live and ride by. They post it to share, they post it to talk about, they post it to inform others of who and what “Biker’s” really are. I’ve been enthralled with the group since I found it. I even posted a message at one point, talking about something I’ve seen with a “biker.” And it was on this same highway!
I reckon Highway 20 is a great place for a rider to stretch their legs (and their engines) and just enjoy the day. It’s mostly straight, a few hills and a pretty sweet ride; even if you’re me and ride in a car/truck.
So, was this a last ride? It makes me sad that someone has died; however, I was honored to see the procession that was pulled together for this gentleman/lady’s last ride.
In a world where hardly anyone pulls over for a funeral procession, it was an amazing sight, this morning. You remember the days, don’t you? When a funeral procession passes, everyone pulls over to the side of the road (no matter which direction you are going!) and waits until the last car has passed. And, we all know the ones in the funeral procession because their headlights are always on and their hazards are blinking.
How many times have I seen no one pull over to honor the procession? So, for me, this was an amazing sight, a wonderful statement to everyone who saw them and the load they were carrying.
I will always wonder what was going on; however, I am honored to have seen this and applaud those that were a part of this “Last Ride.”
Thank you for listening,