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The Legend of the Bell

Have you noticed that small bell on some people’s bikes and wondered why it was there? It’s more than just a decoration, it has a specific function.

As we all know life has many mysteries that have no apparent solutions. One of these is Evil Road Sprits. They are the gremlins that live on your bike. They LOVE to ride. They’re also responsible for most of your bike’s problems. Sometimes your turn signals refuse to work, or the battery goes dead, the clutch needs adjustment, or any of several hundred other things go wrong. These problems are caused by Evil Road Spirits.

Road Spirits can’t live in the presence of a bell. They get trapped in the hollow of the bell. Among other things, their hearing is supersensitive. The constant ringing of the bell and the confined space drives them insane. They lose their grip and eventually fall to the roadway. (Have you ever wondered how potholes are formed?) The bell has served its purpose.

If you have picked up a bell of your own, the magic will work. But if your bell is given to you, the power of it is doubled and you know that somewhere you have a special friend helping to look after you.

So, if you have a friend that doesn’t have a bell, why not be the person to give them one? The bell along with a good preventative maintenance program will eliminate evil road spirits

 

You know you're a biker when...

 

  • Your girl asks you if you can move the bike so she can watch the t.v. better
  • You had to borrow a helmet to take a girl for a ride on your bike around the block from the bar and hit every bump in the road. (Remember the G string on the blonde)
  • You ever bought saddlebags so you can carry more beer.
  • Your girl follows you to the party with the car so you can take more beer.
  • Your best friends are named after animals.
  • Taking your girl on a cruise means puttin down the highway.
  • Your best shoes have steel toes.
  • You quit your job to go to Daytona.
  • You have motorcycle parts in the dishwasher.
  • Your idea of jewelry is chains & barbwire
  • You have your bike torn apart in your living room.
  • Sturgis is your dream vacation.
  • You name your bike " Shania ."
  • The plumber won't come back to replace the heater till you roll those damn bikes to the other end of the basement & drain the gas out of them so he can weld the pipes.
  • You can tell what kind of bugs they are by the taste of them.
  • You're only sunburned on the back of your hands.
  • You carry around a crushed beer can in the case of soft tar when you park the bike.
  • You know from painful experience why you don't carry your wallet in your back pocket.
  • You pull your bike into the motel room & use a bath towel to wipe it off.
  • You call someone a wimp because they have a Blister on their thumb.
  • Return home from a long run & pass right by your house.
  • Your girl friend has to climb over the bike to do the laundry in the basement.
  • You think God invented winter so you can get the bike ready for Daytona.
  • You know how many teeth are on your rear sprocket & how much torque to use on your head bolts.
  • You started a BBQ with a welding torch.
  • You carry a picture of your bike in your wallet.
  • Any day you ride is a good day.
  • Your other vehicle is a truck with motorcycle ramps in it.
  • You get hit by a Taxi in N.Y.C., slide 80 yards & ride the bike home 30 miles with a fractured hip.
  • You don't think its a good party till someone rides his or her bike in & does doughnuts in the living room.
  • You've been too drunk to Piss but not to drunk to ride your bike home.
  • Your three piece suit are Chaps, Leather Vests & a Leather Jacket.
  • You have a refrigerator in your garage just for beer.
  • Think Tequila is a Sex Aide.
  • You wake up next to your girl & your first thought is if your bike will start.
  • Your kids learn to ride on the back of your bike before they can walk.
  • Your garage has more square footage than your house.
  • Your coffee table collapses from the weight of motorcycle magazines on it.
  • You throw a party and more bikes show up than cars.
  • Your kids take a motorcycle chain to Show & Tell .
  • All your ashtrays are pistons from your last engine rebuild.

 

 The Softer Side of Leather
By Wayne Haskell

 

Some think bikers are mean,
Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans.
You don't like our patches or the clothes that we wear,
You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair.
You don't like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes,
You think we're not loyal to the Stars and Stripes.
You don't like our patches that are worn on our vests,
You think we're so different from all the rest.
But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike,
You drive a car and I ride a bike.
You have no tattoos painted on your arm,
But we fought side by side in Viet Nam.
So the next time your children are running around,
Enjoy their freedom, and the fun that they've found.
Remember us bikers and all that we do,
We feed our lost veterans, we're red white and blue!
We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile,
By riding our bikes for miles and miles.
You see, us bikers have never forgot,
Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots.
We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's,
We will always wear black from our heads to our toes.
Society once said that long hair was for fags,
But you'll never see a biker burning a flag.
Now the tattoos and leather you don't understand,
Stands for free independence that us bikers demand.
Our long hair and patches and bikes with loud pipes,
Is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and the Stripes.
So before you make up your mind on just what I might be,
Take a look in the mirror and what do you see?
The man that you see that is staring right back,
Is not too much different from that biker in black!!

Ride Safe Ride Free!


NICE JOB WAYNE!

RIDE HARD, BUT NOT FASTER THAN YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL ! ...BIKER BILL