Who is Bare Knuckle Biker?

Who is Bare Knuckle Biker?

In the vast expanse of life's highway, I am the Bare Knuckle Biker, a soul tethered to the roar of engines and the call of the open road. From the humble beginnings of poverty and struggle, I've forged a path powered by unwavering determination and an unquenchable thirst for freedom.

Abandoned by my worthless excuse of a father at the age of 5, I learned early on to navigate life's twists and turns with resilience and tenacity. But amidst the shadows of abandonment, I found solace in the rumble of engines and the thrill of the open road. It's where I discovered my true passion – a love for bikes, jeeps, and the boundless freedom they offer.

During my teenage years, I found solace and purpose on the field of sports. Competing in various athletic endeavors, I honed not only my physical prowess but also my mental fortitude. Each victory and defeat taught me valuable lessons in perseverance and resilience, shaping me into the tenacious individual I am today.

But it was the thrill of the rodeo that truly captured my heart. From roping competitions to weekend Jackpots, I immersed myself in the world of professional rodeo, traveling across the country to compete. The adrenaline rush of the arena, the camaraderie of fellow competitors, and the undeniable bond between rider and horse fueled my passion for the sport.

For decades, I rode the circuit, chasing dreams and cashing checks with a relentless determination. From dusty arenas in small towns to grand stadiums in bustling cities, I left my mark on the roping world, earning respect and admiration for my skill and tenacity.

As the years passed and the roar of the crowd grew quieter, I found myself at a crossroads, searching for a new path to channel my passion and thirst for adventure. Amidst transition from cowboy to biker, I weathered the storms of personal strife. Divorce cast its shadow over my life, separating me from the ones I held dearest – my children. The ache of separation weighed heavily on my heart, a burden that seemed insurmountable at times. Yet, it was amidst this tumultuous period of upheaval that the seeds of transformation were sown. I questioned everything...my choices, my purpose, my worth, my life.

The stress and anguish of divorce served as a catalyst for change, igniting a fire within me to seek solace and renewal on the open road. The roar of the engine became my refuge, the winding highways my sanctuary. In the rhythm of the ride, I found a semblance of peace amidst the chaos, a sense of purpose amidst the uncertainty. And as the miles stretched out before me, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and reinvention, shedding the weight of the past and embracing the promise of the future.

It was during this introspective period that I made the decision to accept the new lifestyle that God had presented to me, the life of a biker. It was an easy choice. A choice born from a desire for freedom and a yearning for new horizons. And so, with the lessons learned from my days in the arena fueling my spirit and the Lord guiding my heart, I set out on a new journey – the journey of the Bare Knuckle Biker, where every mile is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering pursuit of adventure.

My love for the open road is matched only by my devotion to my family – my children, who bring joy and purpose to my life, and my brother John T, along with his wife Tracy, who have been pillars of strength and support through thick and thin. From the laughter of my youngest son to the wisdom of my eldest, each moment spent with my family is a treasure to be cherished, a reminder of the beauty and resilience of the human spirit.

As I look ahead to the adventures yet to come, I find comfort in the words of Psalm 23:1-6, which remind me that even in the darkest of valleys, I am not alone, for the Lord is my shepherd, guiding me with His rod and staff. With "fear" etched on one fist and "hope" on the other, I am a testament to the duality of the human experience – a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of light on the horizon. And so, I ride on, fueled by courage, fueled by hope, fueled by the unwavering belief that the road ahead is paved with endless possibilities.

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1 comment

Awesome!!!!! Keep up the awesome work. I consider myself a biker also

JoAnn Lenhart

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