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Our friend in Madison, Alabama sent me this email relating which I wanted to share with you: "I have a true story to share with you. Last Saturday, a couple friends of mine and I went to a Patriot Guard mission in TN. There was about 30+ bikers coming to show respect to this fallen hero and his family. We were staging at a local Walmart, when this lady and her very young daughter came up to us. The lady asked if it would be ok for her daughter to sing us a song. Several folks spoke up and said sure. The little girl looking at all of us bad looking bikers began to sing "God Bless America"! I can not tell you how that little girl touched our lives knowing she had her values right where her parents wanted them. It made me feel proud knowing someone that young cared." What a wonderful experience that was! Ride safe! Bobbie
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I found this posted by scottybye on the ISRA forum and thought I would post it here. A letter from……THE BIKER When you see us moving past you quickly: Don't take offence or think we're trying to "show off". Ninety five percent of the time, we're trying to get out of your blind spot or taking ourselves out of a potential dangerous situation that has evolved around us. Distancing ourselves from you does not mean we want to race, but that we're giving ourselves the edge we need at the moment. When you hear our horn: Don't take offence or think we're trying to aggravate you. All we're doing is letting you know where we are in relation to you on the road, and we're more than likely aware of your inattentiveness to us while you're talking on a cell phone, eating, reading or involved in some other distracting aspect to your driving. It's important to us, and you, that you know we're there. When you hear our loud pipes: Don't become angry and hostile toward us. Yes, some are quite loud, but for some, there's a purpose behind being loud. It's about letting you know we're close by and we're constantly hoping that our investment in this accessory will help save our lives. Our pipes are really not about our ego...it's a pride and personalization to our form of transportation. When you see us in our clothes: Don't become fearful of us or think us weird. Our leather jackets, chaps, gloves and boots are the barriers between loosing massive amounts of flesh should something cause us to go down...nothing more, nothing less. Safety gear is paramount to our riding. We wear patches on our jackets, and pins on our vests. These are symbols of pride and honour within our group(s), individuals giving back to those who gave. These things bond us as a brotherhood and sisterhood among bikers. Not that we're better than anyone else, but that we have the same kind of nobility and pride in our accomplishments as you may have in the various aspects of your life. I guess one could say; our patches and pins are the decals and the bumper stickers of our involvement with society and the general public, of which we are very pleased to be a part of in our own little way. When you see us in a restaurant: You don't have to shield your child or feel intimidated. We have family, wives, husbands, children and loved ones too, just like you. We smile; we laugh and enjoy the moments we have. We are approachable, and would befriend you, if given the opportunity. When you see us in a parking lot: Don't convince yourself that we're there to "get you". More than likely, we just finished a long ride and are taking a break. Or, we may be meeting up with other riders for a charity run for young children, or another very worthy cause. We may just be admiring one another's bikes, sharing our pride with other brothers and sisters, just like you do with your personal vehicle. It's what we do...it's a part of our lives, and we'd be more than welcome to share with you what riding a bike is all about...if you'd only ask. When you see aggressive riding bikers: Don't put us all in the same stereotypical category as those whose behaviour and actions would cause you to react in disgust and intolerance. Many of us do not agree with this style of riding either, and we know and understand that human nature tends to blend us all together as the "same group". Most of us don't want that title...and don't deserve it. When you see a group of bikers on the roadways: Give us the courtesy of sharing the road with you. Please don't "move in" between several bikers in formation. This gets us very excited and nervous, especially when it's done with no due regard for our safety. Provide us with your awareness of the fact that we are much more vulnerable than you. We don't want to challenge you, for all of us are wise enough to know...we'd lose that battle. When you are turning left or entering a roadway/highway: Look, then look again...and then one more time. For we can be easily hidden, and appear to be invisible by such things as a telephone pole, another vehicle, bright lights or the glare of the sun...or possibly, the beads hanging from your rear-view mirror, among numerous other items that are displayed there. If you see us flashing our lights at you or blowing our horn, we're only trying to ensure that you will see us before tragedy changes both our lives. When you are behind us: Please give us the room we need and don't tailgate us. If you hit us, we're going down...HARD! We don't want to play games with you, we just want to enjoy the ride and the fresh air, and experience that which many of you have never lived for. If we accelerate away from you, don't interpret this action as though we want to drag race you. We're only trying to take ourselves out of a bad situation if you insist on being too close. When, and if, you experience road rage: Don't take it out on us just because we're smaller than you and more vulnerable. Think about what you're doing and the end result that may become a reality. The consequences of your actions and choices could be very detrimental to our well being, our families, our children and our loved ones. Yes, there are those that can tend to piss you off, however, rage towards them will not solve the issues, but accentuate them. Nine out of ten bikers will do everything they can to take themselves out of that situation without causing you or them harm. When you have an opportunity to talk to us: You'll discover, outside any influenced or stereotypical mindset you may have, that we are just as human as you are, just with different interests and toys. Many of us would give you the shirt off our back if it would tend to brighten your day or console you in some way. We're really no different...and we drive cars, trucks and vans too. So, meet us and greet us...I think you'll be pleasantly surprised that you'll be met with open arms. Thank you for attempting to understand
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Those that have dropped their bike and those that will.
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Merry Christmas Bikers The trees are all set in each biker home Ornaments of yammers and sickles of chrome. Packages below of leather and gear. Cant wait to open them they say with a tear. Remembering the birth is a primary thought The Son of God given, our sins He has bought. A time for family and friends and love. The star in the heavens, a reminder above. Blessed to be living, blessed to be free. Blessed to remember while looking at that tree. The Savior is born, the angel had cried. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good ride. Written by Terry L. Richardson Copyright©Dec.25,2007
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thought i would share this with y'all!! 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring Would a motor be running, not even a Wing. The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm, Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form. My Bros were all nestled down snug in their beds, While visions of new chrome danced in their heads. And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots. Then from the horizon there came such a clatter My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter? Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow Looked up at the sky; where'd all that noise go? Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear! With a little old rider, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on, And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song; "Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail! Now Vulcan! Now Injun! On Vict'ry and Triumph! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!" As small bikes that from the semis do fly, When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof. I ran in the house, boots thumping around, And in came St. Nick all bearded and round Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot; A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary! With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry! His droll little mouth had done many a row, So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, The smoke had a strange smell; it gave him relief. He had a broad face and a large fat beer belly That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider, So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter? A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer, Gave me to know I had nothing to fear He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride "Merry CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!" Share life as it happens with the new Windows Live. Share
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OK, I know it was not anybody here, but I read this news story about biker gangs attacking motorists and had to share. Giving fellow bikers a bad name I wonder if there is anything else to this story that is not being reported?
