"Let me tell you all a story about a man named Jed. Poor mountaineer man barely kept his family fed. Then one day it occurred to him hey...it's time to do something off that bucket list. You're not getting any younger. I can literally still remember the night of high school gradiation (spelled that way intentionally...I went to Pittsford)...sitting around my parent's kitchen table with my buddies Paul Feorene and Mark Judd and talking about a trip we'd like to take on motorcycles to the grand canyon. We were 18 at the time. We didn't have a clue and it was an exciting thing to talk about.
Now -fast forward 33 years. Can you believe it 33 years!!!!! Paul and I had reconnected 3 years earlier but not seen each other and it was about time we did something REALLY exciting and different in our lives. My brother Louis (family calls him Louis) and I started talking and suddenly that first trip was born. Paul was in! Another excuse to do this insane trip. My daughter Danielle did the first mild hogs T-shirts for her dad and Uncle Louis and a legend was born.
So...there really wasn't anybody named Jed on that first trip and nobody in the Mild Hogs is a poor mountain man. Each of us has managed to keep our families fed and now we've got something so different to look forward to each summer. Not allot of people go on 5000-mile motorcycle motorcycles through 111-degree heat. Not allot of people have had a chance to break down in the high desert of Colorado and be passed by Navajo police with no action. Even fewer people have had the pleasure of seeing Paulina ride *itch behind Don because his Indian broke down.