I mean one that you really dont know,

Ridin' around North America, helpin' out the poor,

Lookin' out for the A.C.S., helpin' pay the bills,

Darn it feels good to be a gangster.

Yes, we were a biker gang banded together to roam the highways, biways, country roads, and city streets of this fine continent spreading hope, knowledge and inspiration along the way. In churches we would sing along with youth groups. In gymnasiums we would play ball with the local kids. On long, empty country roads we would ride carelessly taking up the whole lane "biker gang style," forgetting all about pacelines and teamwork, we amused ourselves with the freedom of the road.

In kitchens and over camping stoves we would create cheap culinary delights. I immediatly remember Martina's sascatoon and rasberry cobbler for which she picked the berries on the side of the road in British Columbia. It was the biggest cobbler I have ever seen. The same evening, team Wednesday cooked up quesadillas that made us nostalgic for the southwest. Team TGIF always had teh best lunch treats ready for us on the road.

At feeding time we turned into a pack of dogs. We would growl and bicker until the sustinence that would fuel our hungary legs for the next day was ready. Lines rarely formed, and inevitably, before everyone had been served, many would loom around pleading for more. Don't you worry; we all ate well. These actions were just the 'Call of the Wild' creaping into our bodies. The day in and day out toil of the road told our minds that we had to eat to survive, and eat we did.

At times, we could be compassionate towards the needs of individual team mates. Libby took the initiative and bought Andy's wife a plane ticket up to Anchorage, for which we all chipped in on later. We debated, analysed, and began to understand the comfort levels of our team mates during forums that we called van meetings, during which we spent many evenings making arguments for and against the rental of an additional van, an issue which became heated and heartfelt at times. An bystander (Murdock from the Seed) who witnessed the final van meeting commented to me that he had never witnessed a more democratic biker gang. We all, individually, had to work hard to keep cool mindsets through such heated debates, but it has been paid for in full. We are very proud of our gang's style and poise.

At times we would gossip. We could be known to bicker, complain about people not working for the team, and just plain loose trust in each other. But miracuously things that needed to be done always got done and this fact convinced us all that if not always on the surface, at least deep down, each one of our team mates was here for the same reason. And so we banded together with diverse individuals to do the astounding and bring understanding, hope, and encouragement to people who need it more that you can imagine.