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The Legend of the Bell Have you noticed that small bell on some peoples bikes and wondered why it was there? Its 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. Theyre also responsible for most of your bikes 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 cant 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 doesnt 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 |
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By Wayne Haskell 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! |