My senior officers lead by example. They continually push me to be at my best. To lead them you cannot do it with your mouth. You can do all of the organizational and political things well but at the end of the day this is an MC. To lead them you must out ride them. Still sometimes they out ride me. But only sometimes…
In 2015 I rode to Cali in the winter and all of our normal stuff and then in the summer I rode 7,000 miles in seven weeks. Still High Council Prezbigmeech Blacksabbath beat me by riding to two more BSMC chapters than I did in the summer! DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN, DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the year of 2015 High Council President Big Meech rode his iron from Macon, GA to San Diego, CA, Macon, GA to Wichita, Kansas, Macon, GA to Tulsa, Oklahoma, Macon, GA to Houston, TX, Macon, GA to Tulsa, OK, Macon, GA to Hutchinson, KS, Macon, GA to Colorado Springs, Co, Colorado Springs, Co to Hutchinson Kansas, Hutchinson, Kansas to Wichita Kansas, Wichita, Kansas to Macon, GA, Macon, GA to Jacksonville, Florida and that was just going to Mighty Black Sabbath MC Nation events. He pushed the Macon chapter to 100 other events in 2015. His Macon chapter supported MCs up and down the South East including the National Round Up and the 2015 PRO Convention. He supported the Tulsa Second to None, Atlanta Rare Breed, and a couple of dozen more annuals of MCs throughout southern Georgia.
When I met this brother it was during a terrific rain storm in Georgia. I had a mission to ride down to McCray Ga to help a San Diego BSMC full patch brother bury his mother who had just died. The Macon chapter had just patched over to BSMC. Though it was a terrible storm and we could have driven I wanted to establish the precedent that BSMC rides RAIN, SLEET or SNOW! So I called then President of Macon Ride or DieCurtis C Hill) and told him I needed to get to McCray. He said, “Bro we’ll meet you on the highway.” I rode past at over 100 mph. Ride or Die, Big Meech and Phillip Koolaiddidthat Coney were awaiting me on the highway sitting in the torrential downpour. These brothers escorted me down that highway walking through the triple digits to get to our brother who needed our help.
At that time Big Meech had never ridden any distance on his bike. It was so bad that had even put his bike on a trailer to Daytona Bike Week. But that day in the rain when he saw his brother Ride or Die and I lead the charge down that highway and after listening to my thousands of stories about the old days, nomad living on the highway, sleeping under the stars and of course my braggadocios rants about how nobody would ever out ride the National President – it sparked something in brother Meech. It raised in him the spirit of the Nomad Adventurer!
He began toying with the idea of riding his steel GREAT distances! He called me in 2013 and announced his plans for an adventurous ride that would match or better anything I had ever bragged about. He spoke of a ride that we would later call the Cold Ass Run. Meech postulated that we could ride from Macon to San Diego for the Mother Chapter annual. The only problem is that Annual was in the middle of February in the dead ass winter!!!! I had already made that ride in the middle of the winter in 2000 when I moved to Georgia in January. It was the coldest ride I had ever done and I didn’t think I would be able to complete such a ride again. But Meech was determined! I said I wasn’t going! He said he and his Macon brothers were going and that was that. Not wanting to ever be out-ridden I relented and the Cold Ass Run for Charity was born!
Who was this Big Meech? A man who trailered his bike 400 miles now was gonna ride his iron 2,600 miles one way during the middle of the winter!? A new leader in the BSMC Nation was taking shape! We already knew of the prowess of his brother the Great Ride or Die! But who would have ever imagined Big Meech would follow suit.
So Big Meech lead the pack and we followed. The first year it was only four. Big Meech, Ride or Die, Iron Man (TraVonte TraVontae Bryant Black Sabbath) and Black Dragon. We left in at the tip of an ice storm that paralyzed the East Coast for a solid week. Big Meech postulated that we could beat the ice storm if we left at 2:30am. We were a bit late and left at 4:30. It was raining and lightly sleeting when we pulled out. Once again in a driving, freaking rain storm! The rain was so cold it actually hurt when it hit. It was so cold that you could feel your bones shaking. All of our preparations failed! The rain defeated our rain gear and went right through our “rain proof” heated gloves. It got in our boots and all the way down to our underwear. It was miserable. We rode one hour and rested one hour, rode one hour and rested one hour. We stopped in every damned gas station along the way to heat up. And the sleet rain kept drumming! At one point Meech lost his wallet and $2,000 dollars was gone. But still he pressed on! Rain, sleet, cold and money, credit cards lost Meech famously said, “I will not be stopped! My wife will wire me some more damned money in the morning! Let’s move out!” The sad part is that after 13 hours of riding that first day we had barely covered 300 miles. It was truly The Cold ASS run!
From that trip forward High Council President Big Meech has lead the charge forward via leadership through example to demonstrate to his brothers and sisters why we are “A Breed apart!”
I am proud to say that High Council President Big Meech even out rode me last year and is the 2015 BSMC Long Distance Rider!
God Bless You Brother. Thank you for all that you do.
A Breed Apart
Since 1974 and Still Strong!