Guardian Bell

[sleepy2]

Friend asked me a question about the Guardian Bell. When you buy new bike and trade in old bike do you take your bell off and place it on new bike or do you buy new bell and trade with some-one?

[Flyinfool]

If you are trading in a bike the dealer will probably remove the bell anyhow.

[Wanderer]

If the bell worked properly and kept the Gremlins away, I'd say keep it.

[woody071585]

I call it luck but maybe these bells wo:fingers-crossed-emork I layer my little one down twice for deer and was ran off the road by a drunk easy rider leather in London ky gave me 2 bells a few years back I put one on each bike and haven't had even a close encounter since

[Wizard765]

I think you Keep the bell... What are you trading in for? Is the Phantom wife going to like it?

[Mike G in SC]

If the bell worked properly and kept the Gremlins away, I'd say keep it.

 

Ted,,,, I still got your brass bell,,, on the Dream (at 39k).

My sister also gave me a St Christopher's gremlin bell, put it on the other side.

So, question,,,, do you want me to mail your old bell back as you are riding again?

Am I testing fate? It's yours for asking.

 

Mike G in SC

[Wanderer]

Ted,,,, I still got your brass bell,,, on the Dream (at 39k).

My sister also gave me a St Christopher's gremlin bell, put it on the other side.

So, question,,,, do you want me to mail your old bell back as you are riding again?

Am I testing fate? It's yours for asking.

 

Mike G in SC

 

As you know Mike it's always best to receive your bell from a friend. As my friend, I want you to have the bell and I hope it continues to protect you. I have the one Kbran left on this one and it's serving me well.

[KIC]

I received a copy of this when I bought a bell for my son's 87. In case anybody was wondering about the story behind it.

 

The Legend of the Guardian Bell

 

Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for the kids at a group home near where he worked.

 

As he rode along that night thinking how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways and to his trusty old pan that hadn’t let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.

 

Well about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group of notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know, the ones who always leave little obstacles like, one shoe, boards, and pieces of old tires on the road, and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.

 

Well, as the lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the road gremlins made their way towards him. Well, this biker, not being one to give up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in hopes to scare off the dirty little gremlins.

 

About a half a mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the campfire talking about their day’s ride, and the freedom of the wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the stillness of the night air they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing, and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins about to get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood, they preceded to ward off the gremlins until the last ran off into the night.

 

Being grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the old biker cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebags tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the biker’s motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The tired, old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed on their bikes, they would be protected from the road gremlins and that if ever in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid.

 

So, whenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life—friendship from a fellow biker.

 

The Purpose of the guardian bell

Many of us have heard the story about Evil Road Spirits. They are little gremlins that live on your bike. They love to ride, and they’re also responsible for most of your bike’s problems. Sometimes your turn signals refuse to work; your battery goes dead, the clutch needs adjustment, or any of several hundred things that can go wrong. These problems are caused by Evil Road Spirits.

 

Evil Road Spirits can’t live in the presence of the bell, because they get trapped in the hollow of the bell. Among other things, their hearing is supersensitive, so 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 pick up a guardian bell of your own, the magic will work, but if your bell is given to you, the power is doubled, and you know that somewhere you have a special friend helping to look after you.

 

So, if you have a friend who doesn’t have a bell, why not give them one? It’s a nice feeling for the recipient to know you care. The bell, plus a good preventive maintenance program by the bikes owner, will help eliminate Evil Road Spirits.

 

Polishing the guardian bell

It has been a tradition among some of us for a long time to attach a brass bell to our left swing arm, to remember our brothers and sisters who have gone down riding.

 

It’s a small thing, but the reason a brass bell is chosen is that, as we ride, it gets dirty and tarnished. Every time we get down to wash and polish it, we are reminded of friends lost, and our thoughts turn to the meaning of being in the wind.

 

As we ride and hear the bell ring, we know that our brothers and sisters are riding with us, and how easy it would be to join them with a single mistake.

 

And maybe, just maybe, the next time a situation comes up; they will be there to help us...as long as we remember them by polishing the bell.

[Eck]

Did someone mention Gremlin Bells???

[Yammer Dan]

I received a copy of this when I bought a bell for my son's 87. In case anybody was wondering about the story behind it.

 

The Legend of the Guardian Bell

 

 

Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for the kids at a group home near where he worked.

 

As he rode along that night thinking how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways and to his trusty old pan that hadn’t let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.

 

Well about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group of notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know, the ones who always leave little obstacles like, one shoe, boards, and pieces of old tires on the road, and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.

 

Well, as the lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the road gremlins made their way towards him. Well, this biker, not being one to give up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in hopes to scare off the dirty little gremlins.

 

About a half a mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the campfire talking about their day’s ride, and the freedom of the wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the stillness of the night air they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing, and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins about to get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood, they preceded to ward off the gremlins until the last ran off into the night.

 

Being grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the old biker cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebags tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the biker’s motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The tired, old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed on their bikes, they would be protected from the road gremlins and that if ever in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid.

 

So, whenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life—friendship from a fellow biker.

 

The Purpose of the guardian bell

Many of us have heard the story about Evil Road Spirits. They are little gremlins that live on your bike. They love to ride, and they’re also responsible for most of your bike’s problems. Sometimes your turn signals refuse to work; your battery goes dead, the clutch needs adjustment, or any of several hundred things that can go wrong. These problems are caused by Evil Road Spirits.

 

Evil Road Spirits can’t live in the presence of the bell, because they get trapped in the hollow of the bell. Among other things, their hearing is supersensitive, so 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 pick up a guardian bell of your own, the magic will work, but if your bell is given to you, the power is doubled, and you know that somewhere you have a special friend helping to look after you.

 

So, if you have a friend who doesn’t have a bell, why not give them one? It’s a nice feeling for the recipient to know you care. The bell, plus a good preventive maintenance program by the bikes owner, will help eliminate Evil Road Spirits.

 

Polishing the guardian bell

It has been a tradition among some of us for a long time to attach a brass bell to our left swing arm, to remember our brothers and sisters who have gone down riding.

 

It’s a small thing, but the reason a brass bell is chosen is that, as we ride, it gets dirty and tarnished. Every time we get down to wash and polish it, we are reminded of friends lost, and our thoughts turn to the meaning of being in the wind.

 

As we ride and hear the bell ring, we know that our brothers and sisters are riding with us, and how easy it would be to join them with a single mistake.

 

And maybe, just maybe, the next time a situation comes up; they will be there to help us...as long as we remember them by polishing the bell.

 

 

Pan that never failed!! That is just hard to believe!! My 56 found plenty of ways to keep me wrenching.

[Rocket]

Did someone mention Gremlin Bells???

 

Speaking of Ding a Lings (Hi Eck), how is Freebirds stash of the VR Bells doing these

 

days..... Yes, VR has custom made Ding a Lings, for the scoots, order them from Freebird.

 

[aharbi]

The bell is yours, given to you not the bike, to be placed on your bike. You keep it if trading/selling the bike - to be placed on "your bike" the one you are riding. It is meaningless to a new owner/rider. It is a personal thing given to you by a friend not to be traded in nor sold.

[Aussie Annie]

The bell is yours, given to you not the bike, to be placed on your bike. You keep it if trading/selling the bike - to be placed on "your bike" the one you are riding. It is meaningless to a new owner/rider. It is a personal thing given to you by a friend not to be traded in nor sold.

 

Agree. It's a personal gift to you.... goes on the next bike

[spear]

Freebird sent me a bell a couple of years ago and I've had it swinging from the helmet hook on the left side under the top box. Used a key ring to hang it. Anyway, t'other day I was cleaning the bike and noticed that the ring of the bell was wearing pretty thin from all those miles of swinging in the breeze. Reckoned it wouldn't be long before it wore right through and dropped off. Replaced the key ring with a thick cable tie. Problem solved - I hope!

[JohnMidnight]

mm... come to think of it... I just realized my last gremlin bell was gone from Blue... mmm... and that one was on the right side of her.... thinkin I need need three new bells, one for each side, and one to hang from the rear.

 

Then re-bless her at the next Bike Blessing when I get the new windshield.

[Wanderer]

What we need here is another "Bell" exchange. I think it not much good if I keep giving them to myself.