WOW! Is just the first thing that came out of my mouth when I first saw Jenna’s new bar/grill/game area…

It is an awesome place to play pool and have lunch or dinner.  There is a beach out back in case you get the urge to play cornhole or just wiggle your toes in the sand sipping a frozen cocktail… Whatever you do get to Jenna’s Breezeway and check out her new addition… AWESOME!!!

ValGal

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Lou’s Blues held the “Back the Blue Bash” on August 20th at their ocean front location in Indialantic, FL.

The “Bash” was to raise awareness and show support for police officers locally and across the country. Funds raised went to the  Assist The Officer Foundation.

The Assist The Officer Foundation provides financial assistance to officers who are facing the loss of income due to a serious injury, life-threatening illness or other catastrophic event. Immediate assistance is also available to an officer’s family in the event of the death of an active officer. Since its creation in 1999, the foundation has provided assistance to hundreds of officers and their families who were faced with any number of different life-altering situations.

The Dallas and Baton Rouge tragedy affects us all in many ways and we all send our prayers and blessings to those lost and their families left to pick up the pieces.

ValGal

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I spent 7 months fabricating a bike and Sharon was a chopper widow. When we bring our motorcycles into a prison many inmates come out to check out the bikes.  I knew I had to build a 70’s “gang bike”, so when it is seen from a distance  they have to come out and check it out up close. Like an old fisherman once told me, “You have to chum the waters to get the fish near the boat.” I love the fact that we can give them a few hours to let them hang out, check out the bikes and help them to get grounded in the Lord.   After 6 months I got the bike to a place where I could bring it to my friend Brian Dady who has worked on my bikes since 1973 and is the owner of the Motorcycle Clinic in  Kissimmee, Fl.  He performed his magic on her and sent out the parts to get painted, powder coated and chromed. Brian spent  many late nights making my dream come true.

I remember the moment we heard her come alive for the very first time. It was quite a sound. She came out great. This bike has handcuff rear struts, bullet shell covering the allen head bolts, razor wire on the shift linkage, a jail tattoo gun for the horn button, a night stick for the suicide shifter. Oh yea, the jail cell door I made is welded on the fuel tank with an inmate looking out the door. I knew that God really wanted me to build this bike when we brought her in that first prison. About 300 inmates came out in the morning to attend the      program and we passed out the ‘Doin Time’ chopper cards to bring back to the dorms. In the afternoon the rest of the prison came out just to see the bike.

For the past five years we have been going in with R.O.O.T. Motorcycle and Prison Ministry. Debbie and Tom lead around 30 bikes into Florida prisons monthly. We spend the entire day out on the yard with the bikes. It gives us plenty of time to speak and  witness to the inmates. They have a table with plenty of free Bible studies and books. It is very special that all the inmates and volunteers hold hands in a large circle and pray at the end of each day. Rain, shine, freezing or steaming hot R.O.O.T. goes in.

Up to date she has been in 125 prisons, has won over 30 bike shows and is still turning heads when we bring her out in public. When we bring her in a prison I believe the officers love her just as much as the inmates. I am always getting some kind of contraband to install on her. I know God is all over this bike. Who gets to bring a bike that has 2 shanks, a tattoo gun, a mace gun, 3 brass knuckles, 4 jail keys and razor wires all over it into prisons? Only God can. Sometimes we need to listen to God even when we don’t understand the outcome.

Rev. Al Paquette