Join Date: Jun 2011
Location: So. Orange County, CA
The moving wall was in my town about 6 or 8 months ago. I was still riding my 650 then. It came into town in a parade of vets on bikes. Very impressive and touching.
I rode over to the park where they set it up, and found I had to hoof it about a mile in jeans, riding boots, leather jacket, etc. I took off my helmet, unzipped my jacket and headed out. I got about half way there, I realized that my key was not in my half-helmet where I had put it. I had absent-mindedly dropped it......somewhere.
So I began to retrace my steps....the whole half mile. It was getting hotter and hotter. Nothing. Couldn't find it for nothing. I retraced my entire route four times. Nothing.
I was getting ready to make a phone call to have my spare delivered, but decided to first check the library nearby to see if anyone had turned it in. They had. Whew!
After all that, I was not about to hoof it yet another mile, so I just rode away.
Went back the next day (glutton for punishment), and checked it out. They had a 3/4 scale wall. They also had a 9/11 wall on the other side of the park, and next to that, a WOT (War on Terror) wall. There were some uniformed troops from an honor guard milling about, so I picked out the swabby and started chatting with him. He pointed to several names on the WOT wall who were other sailors he had served with or knew. He was the bitterest sailor I ever talked to.
Walked back to my bike clutching my key the whole time.....quietly.