A Toy Story: biker, Harleys and kids
Nothing brings a bad-ass biker dude to tears quicker than a child in need. Bikers might have a bad reputation, but when it comes to kids, they’re suckers. Combine motorcycles and kids and you have one big fuzzy event. We call this the Hope House Toy Run, and I’m happy to coordinate and participate in this feel-good biker event.  Click here for picture: Bikers participating in the Hope House Toy Run
Delivering toys to kids in needs is an amazing personal experience guaranteed to get everyone all warm and fuzzy — bad-ass biker dudes and chicks alike. We gotour holiday spirit going the Saturday before Thanksgiving during an annual poker run and toy run for Hope House of Colorado.Â
This biker event works the same as any other poker run, with stops at bars (In The Zone Sports Bar, Firehouse Tavern, Hoffbrau & Jake’s Roadhouse) along the way where bikers socialize and draw cards competing for best poker hand. However, bikers are given the opportunity to personally adopt a Hope House teen mom and her kid(s) by purchasing gifts — and giving them in person. Besides the residents of the house, Hope House supports more than 50 families along the Front Range.
With our small envoy of 20 bikes and 2 cars filled with toys, we rode to the church gymnasium to meet the families. The teen moms and their children stood outside in a greeting line, waving and smiling. The knew that the Santa bikers were on their way, loaded down with gifts, and many of the kids even jumped up and down in excitement. Cllick here for picture:  Kids waiting for Biker Santas
For about 30 minutes, special moments took place as the auditorium filled with shrieks of laughter and paper ripping off the gifts.
Bikers silently watched, many wiped tears from their eyes. Why? Because of the stories. Stories like one 18 year-old mom who cried because this was the first gift she’d received in her life. Because another mom cried because just 4 months earlier she and her toddler was sleeping in the park.
A tour of “Hope House” next door revealed a tight ship with rules created to form a stable home and future for the young families.
When we returned to the parking lot, one young boy, barely walking, was fascinated by the bright orange color of a chopper, so entranced that he reached out to touch it reverently. The guy who owned the chopper had that classic sterotyped biker look — tough, leather, tattoos, long hair, but talk about bad-ass biker turned to taffy as he smiled while the little boy drooled over his bike.Â
Click here for picture: Biker watches little boy drooling over his chopper
Other youngsters wrapped their arms around their “adopted” biker squealing in delight as the bikers putted through the parking lot giving the little guys short motorcycle rides under the watchful eyes of the teenage moms. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first step to a future biker.
I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas gift — and we donated nearly $1,500 in gifts and $700 in cash! God bless the teen moms and their kids.
Until next time,


