There is nothing like the rumble of a Harley. It is a sound that resonates in your soul and twelve years on from America’s darkest day, in the searing September sun, it was a sound that reverberated through the nation’s capitol.
The “2 Million Bikers” event was intended to be a counter protest to The American Muslim Political Action Committee’s (AMPAC) “Million Muslim March” to be held in Washington, D.C. on the anniversary of 9/11.
Bikers across the nation vowed to counterprotest what they saw as an extremely insensitive gesture on what has become one of America’s most sacred days when three thousand people were killed in the wold’s worst terrorist attack.
There were many references to the symbolism of the day, with emergency services rigs cheered loudly by the crowd and serenaded by a cacophony of Milwaukee V-twins.
They came from New Jersey and Texas, from New York and from Montana. Bike clubs from across the nation were represented, their chrome horses bedecked in all manner of patriotic livery.
For a while, downtown D.C. looked more like Sturgis to the bemusement of the locals.
Outside of the White House, a group from Steel Crazy Iron Art had erected their memorial to 9/11.
Upon arrival, they promptly began handing out free barbecue and bottles of water to the parked bikers.
Rob Coles, who had ridden all the way from Butte Montana, added to the soundtrack by blasting “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Since the city council denied them a permit for their counter protest, organizers and participants took to the streets in rolling convoys and parked where ever they could find a space.
Those who didn’t or couldn’t ride lined Constitution Avenue, waving flags and thanking the bikers for coming out.
One biker while riding past the White House stood up on his pegs and raised a finger to the White House. “Because fuck him,” he yelled to the crowd as he turned.