We met at the Sweet Hollow Diner for breakfast At 9:30am. In attendance was

Nicole B
Jaime C
Bob C
Gene U
John D
Ron M
Ken G
Debbie B and the little B's
Cheech

From there it was off to the H. Lee Dennison building in Hauppauge to sign up for the run.

Once we arrived at the parking area which was wall to wall motorcycles. Our lovely Vice-President immediately went on the prowl.

Her eyes locked on Suffolk County PD's version of Kojak with muscles, While panting, she continued to repeat that she loved muscles. Once this was discovered by Jaime he immediately began his posing routine (which drew a few giggles from the crowd).

I stood there (minding my own business) until the fateful moment came. Nicole asked for my advice in regards to making First-Contact with the young officer. SO having a little experience with how uniform police officers might react around attractive (bra-less) women, I offered the following bit of advice to our Vice-President:

I told her to approach the specimen cautiously yet with a Susanne Summers type of demeanor, look up at him and bat your eyes more often then normal, gently stroke his award bars above his badge with your finger tips and say "MY WHAT A IMPRESSIVE RACK YOU HAVE".

(This is a definite attention getter)

At this point the specimen will stand up straight, take a deep breath while pulling up his gun belt and he will stare directly into your high beams and say in a very modest type of voice, "YEA I GOT A FEW AWARDS".

(Now you have him hooked)

Now if you really want the conversation to develop, find the solid blue award bar and point to it and ask him "WHAT IS THAT ONE FOR?"

The specimen will then begin to tell you all about the life he saved while dodging bullets during an armed robbery. That's the part where you gasp and say, "REALLY? DID YOU GET HURT?" That's when the specimen will begin to tell you about how he was shot twice and just bearly survived. (Actually the solid blue award bar is for perfect attendance).

Then find the green and white bar with the yellow stripe in the middle that has a star attached to it. Point to it and say "AND WHATS THAT ONE FOR?" Again the specimen will begin to tell you all about the house he rushed into and saved a baby from burning to death, and how he was rushed to the hospital afterwards for smoke inhalation, and how the star on the award signifies bravery above and beyond the call of duty. (This award is actually an administrative award for honorable mention in a report where the officer assisted in an arrest made by another officer and the star means he did it 10 times).

Anyway, now our Vice-President has an education on "First Contact With a Uniformed Police Officer 101." A small after-thought: Don't mention the tattoo, as I am sure that it will make for a perfect topic of conversation at a later time.

Anyway we were then instructed to line our bikes up in formation but I don't think John D heard that as he was left in the parking space at the other end of the lot staring aimlessly around looking for us. Ron sent Nicole to get his attention and John moved his bike over to the line. Unable to pull his bike into the line because others had moved into formation next to us, his bike had to be backed into the line. Ron, who sat on the little Sportster and backed it perfectly into position, took on this feat.

After all the bikes were lined up and in position we where escorted by the Suffolk County PD to the Vet's hospital. We met with hospitalized Military Vet's who were very pleased to see us. We were served refreshments and visited some of the Vet's who were unable to leave their rooms.

After that it was decided that we ride to Nicole's house for food and beverage. We parked our bikes in Nicole's driveway and walked to the Taco Bell up the block were we ordered our Mexican feast, and then back to Nicole's for a relaxing lunch in her shaded back yard. Here we were joined by two of Nicole's cats: Boy Boy and RB. RB we found out are actually the cats initials, His real name; well you look at the initials long enough, you will figure it out (Roast Beef? -- jc).

Oh yeah and I forgot to mention: None of us could believe that Nicole would actually let us go into her house with the mess that it was in. Jaime and I noticed it immediately but, being the discreet persons that we were, we made no mention of it whatsoever. I even toyed with the idea of not mentioning it in this report but it was too late cause I had already hit the "Send" button.

Cheech