Tuesday, May 6, 2014

He Was a Trooper.... In So Many Ways




 Photo: This is my cousin Jackie Lynn Miller and I, the right photograph taken just about a year ago.  Jackie was an Army man, Troop A, 9th Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.  Between 1969 and 1975, Jackie participated in over 200 missions in Vietnam and Cambodia.  He was the recipient of two Purple Hearts, three Bronze Stars, eight Air Medals, three Army Commendation Medals, Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal, US Defense Medal, and Combat Infantry Badge.  Jackie came home to a job with International Harvester and a country largely indifferent to his service.  He also brought back a body that had been liberally sprayed time after time with Agent Orange.  It took a long time for the US Government and the VA to recognize that fact, far longer than it took the cancer to take its hold.  Jackie spent his recent days in his quiet den on my Aunts place along side Horseshoe Lake in Olive Branch Illinois with his television, his DVD's, his "Big Dog" and his memories.  He also carried that wound that didn't heal.  Jackie's fight and the war ended late Saturday night, surrounded by his loving family.  Remember my cousin Jackie Miller and the sacrifices he made.  Remember my Aunt Lucille as she begins this new chapter of life without her son.  Remember our veterans who never came home, and remember the ones who did, but left so much over there. 
This is my cousin Jackie Lynn Miller and I, the right photograph taken just about a year ago. Jackie was an Army man, Troop A, 9th Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division. Between 1969 and 1975, Jackie participated in over 200 missions in Vietnam and Cambodia. He was the recipient of two Purple Hearts, three Bronze Stars, eight Air Medals, three Army Commendation Medals, Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal, US Defense Medal, and Combat Infantry Badge. 

Jackie came home to a job with International Harvester and a country largely indifferent to his service. He also brought back a body that had been liberally sprayed time after time with Agent Orange. It took a long time for the US Government and the VA to recognize that fact, far longer than it took the cancer to take its hold. 

Jackie spent his recent days in his quiet den on my Aunts place along side Horseshoe Lake in Olive Branch Illinois with his television, his DVD's, his "Big Dog" and his memories. He also carried that wound that didn't heal. Jackie's fight and the war ended late Saturday night, surrounded by his loving family. 

I'll be making my way up to Tamms, IL to accompany my mother to Jackie's funeral.  He will be interred with full military honors alongside his father Jack at the Mound City National Cemetery. 

Remember my cousin Jackie Miller and the sacrifices he made. Remember my Aunt Lucille as she begins this new chapter of life without her son. Remember his sons, Billy and Richie.  Remember our veterans who never came home, and remember the ones who did, but left so much over there.

Learn more about the effects of Agent Orange at 
Project Agent Orange
Aspen Institute Agent Orange in Vietnam Program
http://www.vietnow.com/agent-orange-veterans-health-issues/

Learn more about the effects of PTSD at  
Effects of PTSD on Vietnam Veterans
National Institutes of Health Study of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

If you know a Vietnam Veteran who needs help, please learn more at
VA Benefits available for Vietnam Veterans

Halfway down the trail to Hell,

In a shady meadow green

Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,

Near a good old-time canteen.

And this eternal resting place

Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell

The Infantry are seen.

Accompanied by the Engineers,

Artillery and Marines,

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen

Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail

To seek a warmer scene.

No trooper ever gets to Hell

Ere he's emptied his canteen.

And so rides back to drink again

With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down

Beneath a saber keen,

Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee

You stop a bullet clean,

And the hostiles come to get your scalp,

Just empty your canteen,

And put your pistol to your head

And go to Fiddlers' Green.


 




Ride Safe and With Purpose....


SMB


Sunday, April 13, 2014

It's Time!

I don't think I'll sleep too well tonight.  Anticipation makes for light slumber.  Months of cold winter have passed and the pale brown has begun to turn green.  All of the weeks of preparation of my mind and machine... and they are ready.  I can only hope the cobwebs which have found their place on my body soon blow away.

The road trip.  The crown jewel of motorcycle ownership, to me.  The point where excitement, adventure, introspect, spirituality, and solace meet.  Where I lose myself and in turn, find myself.  My recharge.

Tomorrow brings the first road trip of the year.  Nothing epic, but more than a day trip.  The bike is packed, the plans are made, and I'm ready.  Hell, I even put new strings on the Voyage-Air guitar and she's strapped on the backseat of my 2014 Ultra Limited.  Yep, I never travel alone.

Nope.... Doubt I'll get too far off into dreamland tonight.  Not to worry.  I'll have plenty of time to let my mind go tomorrow.

Goodnight all and I'll see you soon!  Should you care to, follow us on Twitter and Instagram at @ScottyBumpus #bumpushdridesin2014 and #dealerride2014

Ride Safe and with Purpose.

SMB

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Because I Really Rode My Motorcycle Today

I am a Harley-Davidson Dealer.

It is my profession.  It is how I pay my bills, provide shelter, feed and cloth my children, etc.  The life of a Harley-Davidson Dealer is not extremely different than that of most any small business owner.  I still wake up, shower, dress professionally and come to work every day.  Like other businessmen, my day consists of projections, budget reporting, managing, dealing with vendors, human resource issues, bank negotiations, making sure we are compliant with the government and other legal requirements, etc.  We are salespeople and marketers.  We plan promotions that will help us to maximize sales opportunities.  We seek better and more efficient ways of positioning ourselves and out products in the marketplace.

We do all of these things because we are businessmen.

But there is so much more.

Today is March 20, 2014.  Today is the vernal equinox.  Today is the first day of spring, and it couldn't come too soon.  Our winter has been brutal, and seemingly unending. "First Day of Spring" rides are an essential tool in the toolbox of motorcycle dealer marketing.  Today was ours.  Like any dealer principal who understands the importance of "keeping the wheels spinning", I stepped up to the plate to lead today's ride.  My seat was my office today, and this morning, under a brilliant sun and crisp temperature, I went to work.

That said, work stopped as soon as I hit second gear.  Today, I rode my motorcycle.  Really rode it.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I didn't just get to lead a group of customers, I got to ride with my friends.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I got to remove the excel, peachtree, CONNECT, Talon, HDNet and other digital pieces of the Harley business from my hands and replace it with what really matters, handlebars.  Throttles and clutches instead of budgets and percentages.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I was able to reconnect with the reason I do what it is that I do.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, my eyes are again opened wide to the beauty of being outside.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I got to spend some alone time with Him.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I took time to eat at a great greasy spoon restaurant that I'd never stopped at before.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I was able to recharge my batttery, and right my ship.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I was able to lose the worry and stress of responsibility and replace it with smiles, joy, and adventure.

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I was able to let go, and just be a Harley rider, not a dealer.  (Thank you Jonathan Clemmons for taking the lead for a while and allowing me to just ride and follow).

Because I really rode my motorcycle today, I'm a better man.

Thank you to my friends, old and new, that were able to join me and as well, allow me to join you today.  

If you can't relate to what I'm talking about..... There is a remedy. 

Never forget, you only get one shot at life on this Earth.  Make it count.

Until next time...

Ride Safe and with Purpose.

SMB


Sunday, March 2, 2014

A 20 Year Journey, Part 1.



It’s cold and dreary.  Winter storm warnings bear down on us and own the news.  It’s wearing me out, this winter is.  I miss green.  I miss my motorcycle.  I miss the road.  But that’s not all that’s on my mind, not by a long shot.

I’ve mentioned “another blog for another day”.  Maybe today is that day.  Maybe it’s time.  Maybe it isn’t.  

I love the emergence of spring.  The first warm breezes, the feeling of the sun against my skin.  The problem is, with the onset of spring also comes March the 3rd.  I’ve been trying to outrun it for 20 years but to no avail.  It always seems to catch me.  I hate March the 3rd.  My life crashed down on my head on March 3rd.  I think I’ve been trying to deal with it for the last 20 years, but if I’m truly honest with myself, I don’t think I’ve even begun.  Maybe I’ll start. 

It’s been said that in one’s lifetime, we will all have that one great friend who will stand above all others.  God, I hope that’s not the case, because if it is, mine has come and gone.  I had Eric Jones in my life for 4 short years, but they encompassed more time than I can fathom.  A lifetime of memories, experiences, laughs, tears, dreams, miles….  Eric Jones was my playmate, my confidant, my brother, my comrade, my wingman, my council, and the best friend I’ve ever had.  He was my barometer, my compass, and my motivator.  We shared the same backgrounds and interests.  We loved the same things.  We envisioned each other’s futures and couldn’t wait to see wait lay in store for the other.

It all ended on March 3rd, 1994 when I, his family, our friends and the rest of the world lost Eric Jones.

I hate you, March 3rd and I’m sick of being owned by you.  It stops with this anniversary, this 20th anniversary.  No more death, only life from here on out.  Memories of good times and good things.  Memories of great roads and blazing chili.  Memories of Moosehead Beer and cheap cigars.  Prime Rib and 1979 Sportsters.  Crew cuts, Marine ditties, late night dad stories, “Presidential” Halloween rides, and the big blue party bus.  You were always there whenever I needed you.  Roadie, actor, mechanic, driver, set of ears, proofreader, go between, stand in, editor, you name it. 

I see you in every Marine.  I see you every time I ride Hwy 127.  I see you in bonfires and contrails.  You’re always smiling.  And you’re always young.  You’ll always be young.  That’s your final joke on me, and a good one too, asshole.

It’s time to start dealing with it.  I’ve got plans on how to go about doing that very thing.  Join me on this journey, if you wish.  This is Part 1.  I’ll come back to it soon enough.  In the meantime, there’s a big Harley that’s waiting to be packed up and pointed towards Redfield, South Dakota.

I’ll talk to all of you soon, in the meantime, love your friends.  They won’t always be there.


Eric Scott Jones
October 28, 1971-March 3, 1994

Remember him.

Ride Safe, and with Purpose.

SMB

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Ask, Care, Escort.... and RIDE!!!!



Hello friends.  I hope this post finds each of you well and that you are enjoying all that Spring has to offer.  I especially hope that you are able to be racking up some of those two wheeled miles that have proven to be elusive to me.

If you’re in search of a place to ride and a reason to do so, let me help you out.  Bear with me here for a minute as I unload on you a burden that weighs heavy on my heart. 

Since the attacks on 9-11, our country has been at war, the longest war in the history of our nation.  A war like we have never before fought, and with an all volunteer force.  We’ve all watched the 24 hour news feeds of the war on our televisions, from the streaks of green flame of the anti-aircraft batteries around Baghdad, to the earth trembling scenes of IED explosions in Kandahar.  We have seen the toppling of Saddam’s statues along with the hanging of Saddam himself.  We have celebrated the death of Osama Bin Laden and mourned the loss of our sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters in uniform.

Eleven years of war.  It has lasted so long that there are some that forget we are even still fighting.  Nearly 5,000 of our servicemen and women have paid the ultimate price on the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan.  Five thousand front porch visits from stone faced messengers telling a family that their loved one will not be returning.  Devastating.

Now, let’s talk about something else equally as devastating and to me, far more shocking and unacceptable.  Our military are coming home from war zones daily.  We celebrate them.  We call them heroes, and deservedly so.  They stood in the gap for us.  They laid their lives on the line for us.  They accepted as part of their daily lives, the understanding that if by chance their life was to be given for us, then so be it.  But what happens to them after the welcome home parties? 

Our military are being killed at an unacceptable rate, but not necessarily by the enemies of our country.  They are dying by their own hand, and they are doing it at an alarming rate.

 











Fact:  Our veterans are committing suicide at the rate of nearly 2 dozen per day. 
Fact: There are many specific risks that our veterans are dealing with including:
·                              Multiple deployments to hostile environments
·                              Length of deployments
·                              Exposure to extreme stress, death, and combat.
·                             Physical and sexual assault while in service (not limited just to women)
·                            Service related injuries such as Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI), Post-Traumatic 
               Stress Disorder (PTSD), and other mental health diagnoses.

Fact: When our veterans receive the needed (and available) care from a VA facility (specifically a VA Serious Mental Illness Treatment, Research, and Evaluation Center), they are three times LESS likely to commit suicide. 

Friends, this has to stop!  

In step the American Gold Star Mothers, specifically Mrs. Cindy Tatum and Mrs. Molly Morel.  The AGSM’s are an association of ladies who have lost children in military service to our country.   If you will recall, Bumpus Harley-Davidson teamed with these remarkable ladies last summer and launched "A Tour of Duty" in which we were able to raise over $25,000 to help fund the building of a Fisher House facility in Murfreesboro.  The issue of soldier suicide (as well as Marine, Sailor, and Airman…. As these Marine mom’s quickly pointed out to me) was one that weighed on them as much as me.  We began the process of researching what was needed and what could be done.  Into the picture steps Irene Trebilcock, an active duty member of the TN Army National Guard, a dedicated Harley-Davidson rider, an Iraq veteran, friend and wife of BHD sales team member and Iraq veteran Dan Trebilcock.  Irene is also the liaison for the TN National Guard for suicide prevention. 

Here’s what we learned.  There are many programs that are set up for our returning veterans to seek and receive the assistance they need.  What we do not have is AWARENESS!  The culture in which our vets exist does not always lend itself to one that encourages them to seek help.  We have to help them through that barrier. 

This need sparked “A Tour of Duty II”, a ride to end the epidemic of veteran suicide.  We are partnering with the AGSM’s to raise money to fund awareness campaigns for the programs that can and will save the life of a vet on the precipice.  We will also spread the word across the state of Tennessee of how we can break the cycle amongst the veterans that exist in our circle of family and friends. 

This Saturday, June 8 at all Bumpus HD locations, TOD2 will launch.  Here’s how it works.  Stop by any BHD location.  With your $20 registration fee, you will receive a powerful “Tour of Duty II” t-shirt emblazoned across the back with the warning signs of veteran suicide, and a passport.  The ride functions like this.  Take that passport to all other BHD locations and get a stamp.  You can ride at your own leisure whenever you have time to do so.  The ride will culminate with a final bash at BHD in Jackson on July the 20th.  Have your completed passport in to us by that time, drop it in a bucket and one lucky rider will win a $2500 Bumpus HD card. 

The tour is every day.  You can register at any time.  If you can’t make the ride, hit every location, or don’t ride at all, no problem.  Your $20 donation will still get you a t-shirt. 

More importantly, you’ll be making a difference amongst those that offered their life for yours.  They deserve it. 


It’s all about the ACE card…

A.C.E.

ASK-     Ask a veteran if they are ok.  Do they ever think of hurting themselves.
Care-     Care for a veteran.  Remove means for self harm.  Remain calm.  Actively listen and show
              understanding.  Produce relief. 
Escort-  Escort the veteran.  Never leave them alone.  Get them to a VA facility or emergency room.  Call a suicide prevention hotline.

For more information on Tour of Duty II contact me at scott.bumpus@bumpusharleydavidson.com or
Memphis area Joe Kilpatrick at joe.kilpatrick@bumpusharleydavidson.com
Middle Tennessee Kathy Potter at kathy.potter@bumpusharleydavidson.com
Jackson area Brittany Crouse at b.crouse@bumpusharleydavidson.com

For more information on suicide prevention contact The Veterans Crisis Line at 1-800-273-8255 or www.veteranscrisisline.net

Ride safe and with purpose and I’ll see you this Saturday for the kickoff.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Are you ready??



Here it is.  It’s the first week of March and I can’t remember I year when I’ve been off to a slower start.  I literally have not been more than 10 miles on a motorcycle since the middle of November.  Shameful!!  Not only did I hit my mileage goal last year, I kicked its ass.  Nearly 10,000 miles in a year!  That’s huge for me!  By the end of the first quarter last year I was sitting at nearly 2,000 miles and here I sit, with a sense of shame and an odometer loaded with goose eggs.  

Alas, the waning days of winter serve as a renaissance for my soul.  My mind is starting to race with the thoughts of getting back out there.  If you’ve followed any of my social media silliness, you might have seen that the bike I’d gotten set up for this year actually sold as it sat on the floor waiting for the weather to give a brief window.  Now, there’s a replacement on the rack, getting all dolled up for the ball.  The Old Red Sleds replacement, the as yet unnamed 2013 FLTRU Road Glide Ultra in Midnight Pearl, exquisitely yet tastefully dressed with all that I enjoy.

I spent the evening tonight gathering all of my gear which had begun to spread through my world.  As my riding slowed toward the end of last year, all organization began to slip and I’d find myself stumbling upon bits and pieces of it here and there.  That’s the first step toward losing my stuff, so I made up my mind that it was time to stem the spread and get everything back in order.  Typically, I’ll compartmentalize my gear.  I’d keep my raingear and gaiters together, leathers and other cold weather gear together, etc.  Without fail, I’d find myself needing the one set that happened to be in a closet at home when I was trying to hit the road from the store, and vice versa.  I’m trying something different this year.  Angie brought me home this great bag that HD has had out for a couple years.  

It’s a monster, but it’s able to hold all of my stuff in one bag.  It’s pretty versatile.  In the bag, I lined the bottom first with all of my heated gear.  On one internal pouch, I have my heated boots, heated jacket and pants, a set of “Under Armor”, the pouch containing my heated gloves (inside which I also keep my thermostat and splitter), my balaclava, toboggan, and waterproof gloves.  In another pouch, my raingear and gaiters.  Finally, the bottom was rounded out with my leather pants, chaps, heavy leather jacket, and technical pullover.  After sealing off that section, I next filed away my hydration jacket and a lightweight mechanics jacket.   

The outer pouches are equally great.  One holds all of my gloves, another, my electronic accessories, and finally, one for an atlas, bungee net, journal and pencil sharpeners.  Sounds like a lot of stuff for a ride, and, you know what?  It is.  I’ll never carry all of this stuff, but my new bag will serve as a rolling closet where I can find everything I need in one spot and never have to search.

Spring.  It’s here.  The riding season is here.  Mark your calendars for March 23.  Kickstands Up For a Cure will kick off the riding event schedule at Bumpus HD Jackson with a great event for Relay for Life and you can join yours truly for a Monday April Fools ride on Monday, April the 1st.  Make plans, gather your gear, top off your gas tank, clear your head and join me as I say……..

Screw it, let’s ride. 

2013.  The year of the spinning odometer. 

Ride Safe, and with Purpose.

SMB