PopPop's blog: "BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse)"

This was just emailed to me from the mother of one of our (BACA) children. THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT!!!!!!!!!! ................... ................... Dear new found friends, I would like to share with you our story and I how we came to become involved with BACA. About a year and half ago when my daughter was 7 years old. She was touched by her father in an inappropriate fashion. This is a something no child should ever have to experience but it seems even worse when it is by someone you love more than anything in the world. My daughter loved her dad in that way. She was very brave. She came to me the following morning after the incident. I felt my world slip away from under me but I could not show that to my daughter I had to listen to her and assure her that she was very brave and did the right thing in coming to tell me and I also assured her that none of this was her fault. I told her how proud I was of her and that she did the right thing in telling me. I confronted my husband and he denied it but after enough of me pushing the subject he somewhat admitted to his crime. He claimed it was not him that he was under the influence of drugs and he did not remember what he did. Anyway my daughter and I left and went out of town and told him not to be in our home when I returned. I did not know what to do. No one tells you about this aspect of life. We went to see my family. It was summer and there was no school so we went away but I did not tell anyone but I did not tell my daughter that this was a secret I just did not know what to do. I was in shock and I was devastated. I was also ashamed even though I did not do this. As a mother you feel shame and guilt. I returned and left my daughter with my mom and he was gone. He worked out of town so I did not have to see him. A couple of weeks passed and my daughter returned and school started and she told her best friend about what her dad did and she told her mom. I am grateful for this. At this point it when the authorities got involved. This is when I was introduced to the Children's Alliance group in Tarrant County and CPS. Going through this is very difficult but I can see why some parents would avoid the system. Yes I admit I made some mistakes but I was made to feel at times like a criminal. I was told to do things not asked but told and I was not told why I had to do certain things or given an explanation. Yes maybe they CPS deals with child abuse on a daily basis and they know what is best but I had no experience in this and I am sure other families feel the same way. We need to be educated why things need to be done in a certain fashion. So the first thing they do is take my child and say they are going to take a video statement of what happened. I was not allowed to be present but no one expained why. I was told by CPS that the reason for the video statement is so that it can be presented in court so that the victim does not have to testify. This is what I was told and what CPS tells most parents. This is a LIE. Your child will have to testify and in front of the perpetrator and will be cross examined and all in an open court. By the way I still don't know what happened to that video recorded statement. I was never allowed to see it as well. Please do not get me wrong the Children Alliance group provided a great service to my daughter and myself with group counseling and individual counseling. They provided gifts and food during the holiday the first year. But this is drawn out process and we no longer had any kind of group support to turn to after a couple of months. We were on our own. And when it comes to this kind of crime it tears families up and ours was no different. We lost our family on my husband's side and so we literally were alone. We went to counseling and got our life back in order but there were times my daughter wanted her daddy and there were times she was scared he would come home and be there. I told her she was safe but I think it would have been nice to have BACA involved from the beginning. No one from Tarrant County, not the police, not CPS , not the DA nor the Children's Alliance ever even mentioned that such a group existed. It saddens me that all the aforementioned groups claim to have the child's best interest at heart and yet failed to inform me about this group who could have been a great support for my child for the past year and some months that we went through with no support from any group what so ever. I think that is an injustice to our children who have been victimized not to be told about this group. My only regret I have about BACA is not knowing about them a year and half ago. This group of wonderful people have brought my child what no one else could- a sense of security and safety. In the short time since my child was introduced to BACA I have seen such a change in her demeanor. I truly believed my child was "fine" before calling BACA but I was so wrong or maybe she was "fine" but she was still not that carefree and happy child before the CSA(child sexual abuse). Yes she was fine. She was okay but something was amiss. I saw what that was the day of her adoption. It was the sparkle in her eyes and the hope in her smile. How can anyone justify knowing about this wonderful group and not tell all victims? Believe me I will tell anyone who listens, anyone who asks me how we got through this and anyone who has a child who has been abused will hear about BACA from me. I told many of the groups that were involved in my case about BACA as well. And I will continue to tell anyone who will listen. How did I come to call BACA? Fortunately a friend of mine from another state had had a similar situation as my daughter. My friend was aware that our case was going to court within days and she asked who would be there in the courtroom for my daughter? Of course I said I would and she said that my daughter needed more support than just me to face her dad in court and to have someone to look at when she was being questioned so she gave me the website link and I read about them and I was impressed, so I emailed the officers in my local chapter and with in minutes I received a call from the president, Jester. That alone showed me that they cared. He asked me some information and I realized in something that he said that he was a truck driver and he stopped on the road somewhere to call me. This total stranger was putting his job on hold to call me to get some information to help my little girl. That is a grand gesture in my eyes. He told me to go to my scheduled meeting with the DA the following day and to get some information and to call him back and he and his officers would set up a day and time to come meet my daughter. The following day I met up with our DA who by the way was great as well. She wanted to show my daughter the courtroom and the set up so she would be somewhat familiar with the setting when she testified. Then she showed me where I would be while my daughter gave her testimony and I was also not aware that I would not be allowed in the courtroom while she testified. I was astonished by this. How do they expect a child who has been victimized by an adult (her father no less) to testify without her mother? I found this deplorable and now I understood the importance my friend tried to pass to me to have a support group there for her. At that moment I was so happy that someone did tell me about BACA because my daughter needed someone there. The DA said we were supposed to go to court the following Monday but she did state that the perpetrator's lawyer was going to ask for a continuance so maybe we would not go to court but she said to be ready. So I called Jester, the BACA president and we scheduled for a meeting in my home on Friday night, the next day. We heard them approach our home Friday night and we met Jester, Ditch, Sandtrap, Doc and Scarlet. They were just so great and nice. My daughter took a liking to them immediately. They talked to her and got to know her and they showed us a DVD of theirs. My daughter was just so impressed with them and immediately felt a friendship for them. They then asked if they could adopt her and explained that she would be their little sister and they would be there to protect her and support her in whatever she needed because she was so brave and their hero. She had heard this plenty from me but it is different when it is from someone that is not your mother and it does make a world of difference. So she agreed to be adopted and she was informed that she needed a road name well after a few minutes of suggestions from everyone they all agreed on "KitKat". She loved it and was smiling from ear to ear and she hugged each member with such emotion it warmed my heart. So it was set. The adoption would take place Sunday afternoon at my home. My new found friends told me what to expect but they could not have prepared me for Sunday enough. The adoption was set for 2pm on Sunday and mind you this IS football season. At 2pm on Sunday I told Kitkat I hear something she and her cousins ran outside and we could hear rumbling but not see anything but like clockwork at 2pm on the dot we saw a couple of bikes and a couple more and a couple more and by the time they all drove up and parked around my street there was over 50 motorcycles and more people than that and please remember this was set up in about one days notice. People came to support Kitkat from as far away as Austin. Jester presented Kitkat with her adoption certifate which by the way she placed in the living room proudly to be displayed for all to see who enter our home. He then presented her with her own leather vest with her Kitkat road name in purple (her favorite color) and some other treasured BACA items that she holds dear to her heart. By the way I cannot describe the happiness she exuded that day. It shined like a summer day from the sun in her smile and the twinkle in her eyes sparkled like diamonds under a bright light. It was magical. One by one each and every member came up to her and presented her with friendship, with support, kind words and many brought her trinkets, pins or patches for her new vest. And all of them brought love and they all made her feel proud and brave for standing up for what is right. After all this they took Kitkat and myself and her cousins out on the bikes a couple of times and it was just the most incredible days of our lives. That complete strangers would drive miles and miles in the cold weather on a Sunday afternoon to show my daughter support for what she was doing. I will forever be grateful for that. We did not go to court on Monday but I was asked to appear on Wednesday and I need not bring Kitkat but as circumstances would have it and I think it was God's will I had to take her with me. Well as we were sitting there waiting to talk to the lawyers we see one of the BACA members, Ditch who had shown up to support me but when he saw Kitkat he made some calls and within minutes a couple more members showed up. They stated more members would have been there had I told them Kitkat would be there but we had enough with the members that showed up. Finally DA comes and takes me out and says they made a counter offer of 5 years vs the 7 years she offered. She said no but came to consult me and we decided a counter of 6 years to get this over and done with. She then explained to me the procedure once he accepted the plea what would happen and that it would all happen very quickly and that at the end of the proceedings either Kitkat or I could make a statement to her dad. He would not be able to respond. I explained to the DA Kitkat would do it because she had to vocalize her feelings about what her dad did to her. She felt strongly about this . I went back and I explained to Kitkat the deal. She was not happy that we accepted a reduced deal but she said she was ready to have her say . She was fine but a couple minutes later we rushed to the restroom. She felt a bit sick to her stomach and she had an anxiety attack while we were in there. She got very pale, cold and clammy and she was near passing out. We walked out and our BACA buddies were there to save the day. They told her to just let it out and she threw up and they did not bat an eye just cleaned off their hand, the floor and Kitkat up and just made her feel better and walked her into the courtroom where by this time her dad was there He pled and got 6 years and then the judge called Kitkat up and she stood in the witness stand and faced her dad and she told him all the wrong and hurt he had done to her. She was AMAZING.I wish we had it recorded it because there was not a dry eye in the room by the time she was finished and she never wavered and kept eye contact with him. The judge looked pretty suprised by her eloquence. When she was done she walked straight into the arms of the BACA members and they escorted her out and she never looked back. She has since called them a couple of times because she felt her dad's presence and just the other day a couple of the members came over with their wives to check up on her and it makes her so happy and she feels safe knowing they are close by and she calls them up at times and I feel we could have had that for the past year a half had any of these agencies referred us or informed us of BACA's existence . Thank you and you have my permission to use my letters, our photos and my testimony to further your cause because it is something I truly believe will help our children. With love and gratitude, Mercy Baeza proud mom of "Kitkat"

Its 5.45 am, and time to get out of bed. By 6, I have the coffee going, and am already in the shower. check my emails real quick to see if there are any last minute changes, and then start getting ready for the cold weather. Now what coud get me up and outside so early in the morning? Well-today is Veterans Day, and we are having a ride to celebrate. So at 7.30 am, I am on my way out the door, dressed in layers. No frost, but that is only because the humidity is down. It is COLD out there. Push the bike out of the garage, and get her running. Takes a couple of minutes to get warmed up, and I want that oil thinned out just a bit before I start heading up the road. Kickstands up at 7.45 am, and I am off! Only takes me about 1 minute to figure out that the gloves I grabbed and were fine for standing around, aren't going to work for riding-just a bit thin, and ventilated -fingers are already getting tingly. Suck it up! I keep riding-I have endured worse than this, and there are MY countrymen in much worse conditions as I ride. By 8.15, I am at the first meet point. Dodad is there already-just getting off his bike. We are meeting at a farm store (thankfully). I pull in, say good morning to Dodad, and run inside real quick to buy me another pair of gloves. got them, identical to the pair I didn't bring, and set back another 8 dollars. Get outside, and back to the bikes. just getting saddled up again, when Paula arrives. Say good morning to her, and we are all ready. head up the interstate, and 15 minutes later, we meet with more of our friends. Now we are 6 bikes. Off we go again. 10 more minutes, and we are at Mama Lou's. Already a bunch more of our friends there, and more arriving. By the time we are ready to head to the Skyline, we have over 20 bikes. When we get to the Skyline, I am a bit shocked! This place is BIG! Think a truck stop but without the fuel pumps. Room for plenty of big rigs! And there is only one in the entire parking lot. No room for more, because everywhere you look, there are motorcycles. I saw harleys, hondas, kawasakis, suzikis, buells, bmw, indians, trikes-store bought, and home made! one trike was a three seater! There were bikes there I have never heard of, and a few I have heard of but never seen. If the sun had been shining brighter, I would have been blinded by the chrome! There were way too many for me to even try and count! We find our spot, and await the movement order. Only about 15 minutes go by, and here it comes-we saddle up, and start the engines. now people-if you have never before heard it, it may come as a bit of a shock. For those who have been to auto races, you have come close. There is NOTHING in this world that sounds like hundreds of bikes starting at once! The ground is vibrating with the rumble of those V-twins, and for those people who weren't aware of what was happening, they sure found out quick enough! Kickstands up, and they start pulling out. We have roadguards blocking the road, and it is gonna be a wait for those in their cages. from the time the first bike pulled out, until it is our turn to pull out, at least 15 minutes have passed, and we are only about 2/3 of the way toward the rear. As we are riding, and I see the people lining the streets, I am filled with pride. I am proud to be an American, proud to have served my country, proud to be a part of such a wonderful organization as BACA. Little kids run to the curb , the older ones stay back a bit, and some don't even leave their porches. But one thing remains-American pride! most of these people weren't aware we were going to be running nothing but the city streets to get to the capital, but they found out quick enough when the pictures of their walls started shaking! Have you ever heard the sound of a dozen bikes? gets a bit loud. Fifty bikes? Even louder. A hundred bikes? Cover your ears! Rolling thunder is what you have-a steady throbbing roar that just gets louded, and doesn't recede! As we passed by, any who had remained in bed for a bit too long, were awakened, and the thunder rolling along the city streets was a constant-noblody would be able to go back to sleep after this! There were a lot of children that would have indelibly imprinted on their minds, that they have seen what most people have only heard, THUNDER!!! It isn't till after we have arrived at the state capital that we get a bike count-between 440 and 450 bikes in out parade! Damn I am proud of my brothers and sisters! We have a guest speaker, an Air Force colonel, and he tells us something not on the news yet. One of our fallen brothers was awarded teh Congressional Medal of Honor posthumously. He threw his body on a live grenade to save the rest of his crew. He was medevac'd, had plenty of surgeries, but still succombed to his wounds after 8 days. After the colonel is finsihed speaking, Pickle leads us in prayer again, and we have a dedication ceremony, then it is off to Charlies Last Stand for chili dogs and a bit of socializing. I have to pass on that- head towards the house-got a busted throttle return spring that needs fixed before I have a runaway engine. To all by brothers and sisters that I rode with yesterday, thanks! Ride safe!

WHAT IS A VETERAN? What is a a Vet? You can't tell just by looking. He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back at all. He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs. He is the parade -riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness... So remember...to just lean over and say Thank You. -unknown

The Day the Motorcycles Came Every day for a week I asked, "When will they be here Mama?" And every day for a week Mama answered, "They’ll come on Saturday Anna." Your friend J.P. promised they would come and they will. And all week, thinking about meeting so many new friends, made me feel better and made the ‘owie’ in my heart seem not quite so bad. When Saturday finally came Mama cut rolled dough into buttery, sugary, spiral-like wheels with raisins tucked safe inside. There were cinnamon rolls all around the kitchen, raising, baking, and waiting to be eaten. I sat biting my lip and wishing I was tucked away, safe as a raisin. We invited most everyone to come for the big day. Grandpa and grandma were the first to arrive moving into the warm, sweet smelling kitchen with hugs for everyone; me, my parents, my brothers and sisters. Then Aunti Tam and her baby Jordan came. More hugs, and Aunti Kimberlily and Becca and Uncle James. Still more hugs. And then my dog Sasha wagged in, nose sniffing. I think she came for the cinnamon rolls. We sat in the kitchen smiling, and smelling, and waiting. How much longer? I asked. Soon, Dad whispered. I licked the frosting from my fingers as my tummy did cinnamon flavored cartwheels and my family smiled and spoke in rain soft words. Suddenly Sashas' ears perked up and we all grew silent as we heard something far off, coming closer, closer, bigger, louder, closer. The sound of rolling thunder moving toward us. We stayed very still. Nothing moving, except that the closer, the louder, the bigger the noise grew, the wider our eyes grew and the more our mouths dropped open. Then the house began to shudder, almost shake with noise, with energy, with sound. Mama reached for my hand as we all turned toward the door moving as if pulled by a strange sort of music. And then we saw them, like a swarm of bees after honey, they were everywhere, moving in and around and back and through. They packed our street so full there was not street left to see. Motorcycles.Motorcycles.Motorcycles. One by one the bikes slowed and were parked, the engines stopped, quiet, quieter, quietest. The riders walked toward us as we stood huddled together on the lawn. My friend J.P. came right up to me and called, Hey look everybody, Its Anna. All together, the whole bunch of bikers dressed in black leather and fingerless gloves and tattoos and beards and sunglasses and headbands and . . . smiles, all together in one voice said; H-e-l-l-o Anna! Their loud hello pushed me closer to Mama but already the butterflies in my tummy and begun to melt into homey colored sunshine; all warm. Mama lifted me up and I buried my head in her neck and then my friend J.P. patted my back and whispered, "You see Anna; I promised I would bring my family to meet you.” Then each biker, one at a time, shook my hand. Howdy Anna, said the first man with a bushy beard and no hair on top. Did you know I’m your brother? Hi honey. Said a lady whose smile wrinkles reminded me of grandma. I’m your sister. Then a big lady with big, red hair patted my cheek. Hi sweetheart. We love you. That was only the beginning. That day I met sixty-two new brothers and sisters. Then they all came close, circling around us, my old family and me, like we were raisins tucked safe inside a cinnamon roll and my friend J.P. asked, "Do you know what B.A.C.A. means Anna?" I shook my head no. Everybody in my big new family nodded a yes we do. We heard that somebody hurt you and we don’t like it when kids get hurt. They shook their scowling faces back and forth in a no we don’t. So I’ll tell you what were going to do Anna. Since were all part of your family now were going to take a family picture. Then if anyone ever tries to hurt you, you just show them your family picture and say, I wouldn’t even try it if I were you! Most everybody laughed. Mama And Dad and Grandma and Grandpa and all my family old and new, they all laughed. Except for Aunti Tam. She had quiet tears rolling down her cheeks as she held baby Jordan close. I could tell they were understanding tears. And when she saw me smiling at her, she smiled back. Mom brought out cinnamon rolls to everyone and we all ate and talked and Sasha wagged her tail, a lot. J.P. said, "Let’s take that picture with your new B.A.C.A. family." So we posed for the picture, nearly filling up the whole lawn; some standing some kneeling some sitting just like my other family photos and J.P., instead of say cheese said, Say B.A.C.A. It was a loud happy, filling the whole sky B.A.C.A.. Then we smiled our own cheesy smiles and he took the picture. Ill have this ready for you soon Anna. They waved goodbye. Climbed on their bikes, started the engines, one, then another, till our whole street was a thundering storm cloud rolling away. The new part of my family, waving and smiling and blowing kisses. The old part of my family standing bunched together like grapes; watching, eyes blinking, smiles twitching. Me, I was tucked in the middle, feeling very, very safe. In a beautiful city surrounded by mountains lives a group of people who are crazy about children and motorcycles. So when J.P., a child abuse counselor says, I have a friend who needs a bigger family, they all hop on their bikes, start up their engines, and roar off to spread a little kindness; a little strength. They call themselves B.A.C.A. Bikers Against Child Abuse. When Anna or any of the children they have visited see member of their B.A.C.A. family out in the community they remember all over again the power of that personal visit just for them Our family is grateful for their goodness and that we are now all part of the family; a family of people who love children. The above is one of the testimonials off of the bacausa website. It was written by one of the abused children in a blog format, and I copied it here. Warning-it is a tear jerker. For more info, goto www.bacausa.com

It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be: 1. a friend 2. a companion 3. a lover 4. a brother 5. a father 6. a master 7. a chef 8. an electrician 9. a carpenter 10. a plumber 11. a mechanic 12. a decorator 13. a stylist 14. a sexologist 15. a gynecologist 16. a psychologist 17. a pest exterminator 18. a psychiatrist 19. a healer 20. a good listener 21. an organizer 22. a good father 23. very clean 24. sympathetic 25. athletic 26. warm 27. attentive 28. gallant 29. intelligent 30. funny 31. creative 32. tender 33. strong 34. understanding 35. tolerant 36. prudent 37. ambitious 38. capable 39. courageous 40. determined 41. true 42. dependable 43. passionate 44. compassionate WITHOUT FORGETTING TO: 45. give her compliments regularly 46. love shopping 47. be honest 48. be very rich 49. not stress her out 50. not look at other girls AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO: 51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself 52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself 53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes IT IS VERY IMPORTANT: 54. Never to forget: * birthdays * anniversaries * arrangements she makes HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY 1. Show up naked 2. Bring food

Why God Made Eve 10. God was worried that Adam would frequently become lost in the garden because he would not ask for directions. 9. God knew that one day Adam would require someone to locate and hand him the remote. 8. God knew Adam would never go out and buy himself a new fig leaf when his wore out and would therefore need Eve to buy one for him. 7. God knew Adam would never be able to make a doctor's dentist's or haircut appointment by himself. 6. God knew Adam would never remember which night to put the garbage on the curb. 5. God knew if the world was to be populated, men would never be able to handle the pain and discomfort of childbearing. 4. As the Keeper of the Garden, Adam would never remember where he left his tools. 3. Apparently, Adam needed someone to blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden. 2. As the Bible says, "It is not good for man to be alone." And, finally, the Number 1 reason why God created Eve.... 1. When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched his head, and said, "I can do better than that!"

This was written by one of my dearest friends (Amber Wilson) in 2003. She is a fellow biker, and recently was in an automobile accident requiring some brain surgery. She is doing well on recovery (still in therapy/reahab though), but going to college anyway! Keep her in your prayers. We are brother's and sister's of the road, going to sites untold, uncharted and with our faces against the wind as we cruise each bend, each curve together.... We make a pit stop for gas and drink and we say what ever we think. The laughs do come, and we are off again putting our faces against the wind..... I pass you, then you pass me we are cruising together and we are free..... We stop for the night our tents on sleds and we will put then up so we will have somewhere to lay our heads.. We look up into the night at the stars in the sky. Thankful for each other and the road and wonder what tomorrow will bring...... ~Amber

1. The one true american-made motorcycle is the Harley Davidson, and thou shalt put no other motorcycle before it. 2. Thou shalt not bow down and worship nor serve the god of chrome, for lo, he is a false god and will not get thy butt home. 3. Honor thy authorized dealer and thy hog chapter officers, that thy days may be long and fruitful in the land of Harley. 4. Remember the weekend, and keep it open. For it is written, five days shalt thou labor, and for two days shalt thou ride thy Harley, drink beer, and f**k off. 5. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's Harley, nor her maidservant, nor her ox, nor her cute little ass. 6.From the throne of thine Harley, thou shalt not stoop to wave at sinners who ride jap-crap, for jap-crap is known to be the handiwork of the devil. 7. Thou shalt pass by nor turn away from thy brother Harley rider who is in mechanical distress. (Words to live by Amber) 8.Thou shalt not pose, verily, I say unto you, it is easier for a poser to pass his gold visa card through thr eye of a needle than to enter into the true fellowship of Harley-Davidson heaven. 9.When riding thy Harley on the road of life, thou shalt not whine nor snivel, and thou shalt not suffer to ride alongside those who do. 10.Park not thy Harley in the darkness of thine garage, that it may collect dust for want of being often ridden, ride thy Harley with thy brethren, and rejoice in the spirit of the road....

Arthur Davidson of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want in heaven." Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God." St. Peter took Arthur to the throne room, and introduced him to God. Arthur then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?" God said, "Ah yes." "Well," said Arthur, "perfessional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention. 1. There's too much inconsistency in the front end protrusion. 2. It chatters constantly at high speeds. 3.Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble to much. 4. The intake is placed way to close to the exhaust. and finally, 5. The maintenance costs are outrageous." "Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on." God went to his celestial super computer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it. "Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed, "God said to Arthur, "But according to these numbers, more people are riding my invention than yours."

Here is more info on B.A.C.A. (Bikers Against Child Abuse) Breaking the chains, healing the wounds. Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA) exists with the intent to create a safer environment for abused children. We exist as a body of bikers to empower children to not feel afraid of the world in which they live. We stand ready to lend support to our wounded friends by involving them with an established, united organization. We work in conjunction with local and state officials who are already in place to protect children. We desire to send a clear message to all involved with the abused child that this child is a part of our organization, and that we are prepared to lend our physical and emotional support to them by affiliation and our physical presence. We stand at the ready to shield these children from further abuse. We do not condone the use of violence or physical force in any manner, however, if circumstances arise such that we are the only obstacle preventing a child from further abuse, WE STAND READY TO BE THAT OBSTACLE! for more information, go to WWW.BACAUSA.COM