The legend began during the 4th of July weekend in 1947. I say legend, because due to so many false reports, the "posed" picture for the cover of Life magazine , the movie the Wild One, and so many other stories told, the truth is in there somewhere, but that's a story for another time. What I am referring to is Hollister, California, and the weekend that bikers supposedly took over the town. But for me it started in 1997, when the city decided to hold a rally, the Hollister Independence Day Motorcycle Rally, to celebrate what they refer to as the "birthplace of the American Biker." And for ten years, before the politicians finally won out, this is where you would find me, and up to 120,000 other bikers. Celebrating our freedom, both on two wheels and that of our great US of A.
Imagine if you can, San Benito St. closed for five blocks, and lined four wide with motorcycles. And for two blocks on each side the same thing. Just enough space to cruise both ways, then turn around and do it again. Food courts, live bands, vendors, and lots of police. So many that in fact the one year it was referred to as the police rally in Hollister. No freedom mentioned. No celebration either. But as much as Hollister is about bikes and bikers, and those who dropped their kickstands at Johnny's, those who partied at Bolado Park, or hung out at Corbin's, it was about the people. Bikers, wanna-bes, posers, townspeople, and anyone who was there. And we all had a real good time! Incredible memories, crime was virtually non-existent, we were all welcome, and it made money-so much that they used to give it away to charities.
Then somehow the accounting system got changed, and it lost money. And whereas it was the safest town in California for the weekend, it became dangerous-although no reports were ever given. And when the rumor began we may lose our rally, a lot of us got upset. When in line at the Methodist Church all you can eat breakfast, it was priced reasonable, and they learned quickly how much ALL you can eat to a biker really meant. ALL means ALL! So while standing in line one year, I was talking about how sad the politics were, a server said "talk to the mayor, he's right behind you." And so the mayor and I had breakfast together that morning. He is a biker, was pro-rally, but certain forces above his political control were out to cancel the rally. No reason given, but too many bikers on any weekend can be too many. No one asked the storekeepers, who loved the business. No one asked the cops who got paid triple time. Mr. Sherriff, where was all the crime you told us about? And no one asked the bikers. I guess we were not politically correct enough-a compliment I'll take any day. And so Hollister went into the history books, quietly and without a battle. Unlike the legend that started it all. As bikers we won't stay where we aren't wanted, so we took us, our friends, and our money elsewhere. Loving the town, but not its politics-or its politicians. Only the mayor was with us still.
A key component among the biker community is respect. We may not agree with your viewpoint, but respect us and we will respect you. And the churches, two in particular were there showing respect, and love to the bikers. Like the Bible advises them to do. The Methodist church had the awesome breakfast, and also let CMA have services there. But Hollister Christian Fellowship is one that stood out. For a few years, they opened their doors to bikers, and let Pastor Fred hold services there. Right at the entrance to Corbin's, we sang, worshipped, and shared Jesus. To all who came by, and the memories are precious. Reaching out to the community,which just happened to be two wheels that weekend, they showed the same kind of respect that the bikers do, but with the love of Jesus. Outside of the walls of the church, putting the gospel into action. City counsel, aka Pharisees, take note.
But the First Presbyterian Church raised the bar. Not only opening the church to bikers on Sunday, the pastor encouraged the congregation to open their homes and house bikers-Bikers for Christ in particular. And so many did, and were so blessed by their actions. Taking in strangers, and loving on them. Showing respect, without laws or bounds. Grace God calls it. But within the church was a real gem of a lady, whose name escapes me-help me Fred. When all the bikers were housed, she had no one to stay with her. So instead she opened up her home on Saturday afternoon and fed all BFC and friends who came. About 40 of us would show up, and she would feed us roast beef, Mexican food, salads, desserts, and so much home cooking that this all you could eat love feast made the Methodist breakfast pale by comparison. This little lady-in her 70's, showed us more of the love of Jesus by feeding us than many churches did in a year of sermons-she opened her heart, her home, and her wallet, and trusted God. Showing true respect, and we are proud to have her as part of our brotherhood, bikers and Jesus.
Trust God today when the opportunity to minister to someone. Outside of the church building, remembering that we are the church. Show some love and respect to someone short on both. When Jesus addressed the church, He asked them where they were when He was hungry, alone, in jail, sick, thirsty, or naked. They didn't realize He was referring to anyone in need, and missed the point. Don't you. For by neglecting these things He told them He never knew Him, and be gone. Words I would never want anyone in my church to hear.
The best definition of teamwork I ever heard was if it needs to be done, do it. Words for the church to live by. Showing love, respect, compassion, and meeting the needs of others. Without the government, fund raisers, or charging for it. Give, so that others may hear the gospel. And when needed, add words.
I still miss Hollister. But the work of the church goes on. There will always be a biker who is hungry or needs a place to rest. By doing so you just may welcome someone I know into your home. Or it may even be me. Either way, take Jesus with you after the church service. Hollister may just be another name for wherever you are, and whatever the need is. Be the gospel, the witness the world needs. Watch the world rally to you when you show them the love of Jesus.
Your actions of love may be the best sermon anyone ever hears. One that is even heard over the loud pipes. Thanks Hollister for your love and respect over the years. Loud pipes may save lives, only Jesus Christ can save souls. What do your actions say about Him?
love with compassion,
Mike
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