Tag: Rolling Thunder

You remember the 19th Amendment, right?  It was in all the papers at the time. In this episode, Dave welcomes author Tyler Boyd onto the show to talk about his new book, “Tennessee Statesman Harry T. Boyd,” which tells the story of the gentleman who cast the deciding vote which ratified the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution, giving women across America the right to vote. As it happens, the book’s author is the great grand-nephew of Harry T. Burn, and had extraordinary access to the documents and first-hand accounts of Burn, his life and impact on the state and the nation. As you will hear, Harry T. Burn’s contributions to the nation didn’t stop with the passage of women’s suffrage. Indeed, throughout his time in public life, which included a campaign for Tennessee governor and multiple terms in the Tennessee Senate, Burn’s commitment to limited government and responsible stewardship of the public trust was actually ahead of his time.

Then Dave sits down with a fellow military veteran (and fellow 18 wheeler driver), Ricochet Member Chuck Ceccacci. Chuck and Dave both drove military show trucks and participated together in the 2014 Rolling Thunder event, where they drove their show trucks through Washington DC, along with over 800,000 veterans on motorcycles, to call attention to military members who were held as Prisoners of War and Missing In Action. It’s understood that when a couple of veterans start telling stories, it’s going to be interesting, but who knew it would be so funny too? This is one episode you won’t want to miss

Rolling with the Thunder


imageAnd here I thought this piece on Rolling Thunder would be a difficult one to write. After a phenomenal escort by upwards of a hundred motorcycles, two fire trucks, and a special response vehicle Saturday, which ushered in six Ride of Pride trucks to a veteran’s observance, I thought there would be too many events this weekend to synthesize into a coherent essay. Then there were the two young children who stood and saluted the bikes and trucks as we rolled into the parking lot.

And let’s not forget the Mastery Gunnery Sergeant who led the assemblage in prayer before yesterday’s lunch. Or the 6’5″ gentleman they call Mongo, who is in reality a retired Command Sergeant Major, with seven combat tours and multiple Purple Hearts to his significant and eternal credit. A man large enough to command his own zip code, and yet humble, gentle and unassuming enough to befriend the most sour disposition.

Then came the assemblage at the hotel Sunday morning as another massive group of motorcycles prepared to escort us to the Pentagon. At dawn the very ground seemed to rumble as the bikes roared to life and the voice of the formation’s leader was heard on our radios saying, “Good morning boys and girls!” It seemed for a short while that we had cheated time itself while we made our way, as if on patrol, to the Pentagon, the chatter on the radio brimming with military terms and precision. We were young again, and on a mission.