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.
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