Proud to be a Member.

I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I wont look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past has prepared me, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. Im finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I dont have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by the faith in my works, and lean on the strength of my brothers and sisters. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with power.

My fate is set, my gait is fast, my goal is the ultimate safety of children. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are tried and true, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I wont give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and showed up for all wounded children. I must go until I drop, ride until I give out, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me, for He will see my BACA backpatch and know that I am one of His. I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse, and this is my creed.

I’ve been involved with BACA since 1998.   I’ve seen some really terrible shit.    Things a kid should never experience, let alone hear about.     I’ve helped change some of that.     It’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.

Life Happens

One of my B.A.C.A. bro’s hooked me and Missus Zip up with VIP tickets to the Bare Naked Ladies Concert tonight, so no blog post tomorrow.    I’ve been trying to get these out every night, but tonight I won’t be able to.    I’ll get back on track Friday.

Its summer here, and good shit is happening.   This is one:

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Ever play chicken shit bingo?    Neither have I.    Its how we roll up here in Heber.    Saturday I’ll be slow cooking a pig on a spit for 11 hours.    Ill post pictures.   It should be pretty fun.

Day 6: Easy Rider Tour – Monument Valley to Farmington NM

After breakfast in Kayenta, we loaded up and headed out.     Today would be a short day, but not short on scenery.     Monument Valley was a few miles away.      The wind had died down, the feral dogs were behind us, and we rode on in.     I never get sick of this place.

Easy Rider Monument Valley

In 1969, they rode it at dusk. We rode it at dawn.

Monument Valley 1969

Easy Rider Screenshot from 1969.   In 45 years, the scenery hasn’t changed much.

Captain America bike riding through Monument Valley

Dr. Phil, Riding Captain America through Monument Valley.   Riding this bike just makes you feel cool all over.

EagleRider had another plan for us.   A tour through the valley floor.    Another reason why they’re the best at what they do.    This wasn’t just a motorcycle tour, everything is about the experience.    Its just their mindset.

Little guy (me) didn’t go the bathroom before we left,  so I had to get that handled.  I was holding everyone up, and they took the opportunity to give me a ration of shit coming back to the tour trucks.    lol, perfect.  Felt like I was home.   All in good fun.

Our tour guide was Navajo, and shared his stories.   We weaved around the  valley floor while he told us of Navajo life, history, a little bit of the language, and locations.    A great little tour.

Monument Valley Easy Rider

Two Mittens, Monument Valley

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2 Mittens, screenshot from Easy Rider in 1969

Monument Valley Truck Tour

Mr and Mrs Tczap, and me  (Mr Zip).     Enjoying a tour of valley floor.



The draw of this place is that you can’t really take it all in. A picture is worthless, you just need to see it.


John Ford Point, Monument Valley. For 2 bucks here, you can sit on a Gelding and pretend you’re master of all you survey. I like this beast, makes me look taller.

Joh Ford, John Ford Point

They Call it John Ford Point for a reason…


The biggest difference between me and Ana, is she makes this look good.

A fun couple of hours, and another nice break.    Some good conversation, and a good amount of  laughs.     Everyone had a good time I think.    We headed back to our bikes and down the road again.


I ran ahead, so Bruno could get some pictures. The hill from Forrest Gump.

This is my State.   Pretty proud to live here.

We ran the 24 miles to Mexican Hat.      I first ran through here in 2009, with my 12 year old daughter on a daddy daughter weekend.    It was dusk when we hit Kayenta.   No room, at any inn.    It was dark when we ran through Monument Valley, and headed past Mexican Hat on the bike on the way to Bluff Utah, where we finally found a place to stay.    I remember passing the Mexican Hat lodge Inn in the middle of the night.    Cool little place, lots of neon and out in the middle of nowhere.   Kept thinking how this would be a good place for an old school biker retreat, like they used to do it back in the day.    One year later, I got together with some good friends in B.A.C.A. , of which I’m a member of,  and it ended up happening.  My buddy Drifter knew the guy that owns the land directly below Mexican Hat, and now that retreat happens every year.     Kinda cool.

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Mexican Hat

From there we headed to Bluff, Utah for lunch.   Twin Rocks Cafe.

Twin Rocks Cafe, Bluff Utah

ehh, I’d have named it something different.

Twin Rocks Cafe, Bluff Utah

Getting ready to head out. On to Four Corners.

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Utah, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico.   The only place in the US you can be in 4 states at once.


Pete and Linda took their turn, heading into Farmington.

The Captain America bike turns heads.     A lot of thumbs up, from people in the know.      Bruno was riding with me still, and about 30 miles outside of farmington in Ship Rock New Mexico, I sped up and so Bruno could take this shot.    Seems like most of my adult riding life I’ve been rubbernecking for old roads.    He sent this to me today.       I quite love this shot.

Captain America - Farmington New Mexico

The Tczaps, crossing the San Juan River.     I dig this picture.

We headed into Farmington.    We checked into the Hotel there, and I had the chance to finally take the Captain bike out.    I took it.    Stopping at red lights, rolling her down the main drag for a few miles….   It was pretty cool.    You know people are looking, and you just can’t but help feeling completely bad-ass.     After all, this is the most famous bike in the world.

And yet, and the end of this day I went down and did my laundry at the Hampton Inn.      It was time.     I called Mrs Zip, found out what was going on at work, and slept like a baby.   Good day.

Day Six – Easy Rider Tour – 175 Miles

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B.A.C.A. Utah 100 Mile Ride – April 24, 2010

If you’re a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse, you know what the 100 mile ride is. Each year, we get pledges, however we can, and ride at least 100 miles for child abuse awareness.

Last year, My president and friend Shots volunteered us to do it this year. we’re in the southernmost part of the state, and it made sense. We’ve prepped all year for it.

So friday, my brothers and sisters started riding down. From Moab, from Ogden, from Salt lake, From Tooele and every where else. Someone from at least 10 chapters showed up. We drank whiskey, beer and tequila in my garage, and the next morning we headed out to do our 100 mile ride. At least 100 patches. At least 170 bikes total.

I don’t know shit from shinola.   I’ve made a conscious decision my whole life to be loyal to my wife and family, learn as much as I can, and become more than I am.     Life is deep to me, and its deep to alot of people.

All I know, is that seeing 200 or men and women, with background checks and a commitment ride through my town was moving to me.   We’re an army.   BACA is the answer to the plague of child abuse.   My mission in that area is clear.

Wife took this one as well, she’d found the tour pak vodka at that point:

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