Article by Michael Evans

Michael, a Riders Branch member from Gloucestershire in the West Midlands Region , joined two fellow veteran motorcyclists for an early start to attend the Rolling Thunder motorcycle event in central London. What followed was a memorable day of riding, remembrance, and shared experience.

An early start was essential. Meeting locally at a small RV point while most of the country was still asleep, we set off toward the main South West rendezvous at Leigh Delamere Services on the M4 eastbound.

Arriving ahead of schedule turned out to be a blessing. It gave us time to grab a hot drink and some food, check over the bikes, and prepare for the long ride ahead. There’s always a quiet anticipation at these early stops — engines ticking as they cool, riders greeting one another, and that shared understanding that the day will be something special.

At the appointed time, we moved out in formation toward the next RV at Reading Services on the M4. Along the way, more veterans joined the convoy, steadily growing the group.

By the time we reached Reading, the sense of occasion had built noticeably ad the weather held reasonably well, though the cold crept in — the kind that works its way through gloves and layers. Unsurprisingly, another round of hot drinks was in high demand, along with fuel stops for many of the bikes preparing for the final leg.

The final rendezvous point before entering London brought everyone together in strength. What had started as a small local meet had now grown into a substantial convoy of veterans, all riding with a shared purpose.

Riding into central London as a group is something that’s hard to put into words. The sound of engines echoing through the streets, the sight of riders stretching ahead and behind, and the knowledge of what the event represents creates a moment that stays with you. Once in central London, we made our way to the designated parking area and joined hundreds of other riders who had travelled from across the country.

The Rolling Thunder event is more than just a ride, It’s a visible act of remembrance, a show of respect for those who served and a gathering of a community that understands service, sacrifice, and humour in equal measure. There’s a strong sense of unity — regardless of background, regiment, or branch — everyone is there for the same reason.

After the main event, we made our way to the Royal Hospital Chelsea, home of the famous Chelsea Pensioners. This proved to be the highlight of the day.

We were given a warm welcome by several Chelsea Pensioners, instantly made to feel at ease. Conversations flowed easily as they shared stories from their time in service — stories full of experience, humour, and honesty.

Standing there, listening to those who have served over decades, was a reminder of the depth of history and tradition within the veteran community. For the three of us, this moment stood above everything else that day. It wasn’t just memorable — it was meaningful.

Michael Evans says if you can arrange a visit to the Royal Hospital Chelsea you will be impressed with the establishment.