Ed Lewis

Ed “Cowboy” Lewis was born in New Orleans, La. and attended high school in southern Ohio. He served a total of 15 years in the U.S. Air Force, with a tour in Southeast Asia, finishing at Lackland AFB as a Drill Instructor. He now lives in Lacombe, La. with his wife Margaret. He has 3 children and 3 grandchildren.

Ed bought his first motorcycle in 1971 and has had one off and on ever since. Even though he has always enjoyed traveling on motorcycles, it wasn’t till 2005, that long distance riding for charities was introduced to him. Since, he has traveled over 110,000 miles riding for charities. To date, his longest ride was from Florida to Alaska. The trip was over 14,000 plus miles in 21 days. .

Ed was the creator of We Care Teddy Bears, stuffed bears that would be collected by donations and distributed to children hospitalized during the holidays. He participated in the creation of 2 cross country motorcycle events and The Great Southern Rally, which he also assisted in its operation. He has acted as an adviser for other rallies and motorcycle events and has coordinated numerous fund raisers for children’s programs, charities and individuals in need.

As you can imagine, it hasn't always been an easy ride for Ed. In fact, in 2012 while participating in the first American Motorcycle Rally Ed had an accident outside of Flagstaff where he was seriously injured and his bike was destroyed.

But that didn't stop Ed. He continues to work and ride tirelessly to support charities both Veteran related and otherwise. He is an advocate, a warrior, and a powerhouse, and he stands ready to make Ride of the Brotherhood a success.

Help Him Succeed...

Below is an original poem by Ed himself that sums up what our soldiers have given up, and what the brotherhood means to him and every Vet out there.


No One Rides Alone

Individuals brought together

Ordered to leave home

Traveled across an ocean

But they didn’t ride alone

 

Each brought together

A common goal they shared

Entering into the unknown’

Wondering if this was fair

 

Arriving in a country

Still living in the past

Becoming part of a war

Wondering how long it will last

 

Not knowing what’s ahead

Not knowing what to expect

The one thing they do know

All orders they will accept

Each hoping that the training received

Has prepared them for what they will face

But praying that decisions made

Won’t be made in haste

 

As days turn into months

Confidence turns to fear

They listen for words of comfort

Only death is what they hear

 

Now the years have past

The heroes have come home

Some standing tall with pride

Others lying prone

 

They each now travel different paths

Some not knowing where they roam

But deep in their hearts they’ll always know

No One Rides Alone