Hey Guy's, bear with me cause I want to put this down. This is not mine, but I've had this framed for a long time and so do most of my friends over here in the west.

OLD BIKERS

The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're a sad loss to the American scene, these individuals with the worn down clothes, and faces.
You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs,not as large as a while ago, sometimes alone. The alone one is the best. One who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot into it. He's got his connections- a few like him, that care for and protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left,like old dinosaurs,their faces are leathered and rough by forty,but there eyes still sharp and knowing. Some are gray and white in the beards and braids, some are limp in the step, and some pain in the kidneys.
They know that no other life is life, but mearly a dreary journey into everyone else's monotony.
He looks at the new ones,then turns away,knowing they will never know of life on the road, and of the woman who can take it. Wild loving woman who'll hang in with them, because they love it too. A woman with a wild heart and a loyal soul, that's what's needed here.
The new ones are shiny and young, and a bit too clean. They're born into a sysyem that has an iron grip now.
The new ones will never know and couldn't take "the life".
I think it's a mystique, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and it's the only one
When the last biker falls, like the dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of-gold, tough as nails, free-spirited men, who, even at their worst, love what's their's and protect it.
In a world-wide system that is making all people as alike as manufactured dolls, the earth will be a duller place when the last biker falls.

Author Unknown

 

GOOD read, Thanx !!!!!

 

OLD BIKER

by Unknown Author



I got to my knees and let out a sneeze that spewed blood all over the floor. I shoulda stayed down but like a jerk off clown I stood up in the puddle of gore.

I said "You’re really a sucker you gray bearded ****er, you half dead, old, bag of guts. Kiss your scoot goodbye cause you're fixin' to die. Then he kicked me square in the nuts.

The crowd made for the door as I thrashed on the floor in a pain like I never had felt. But through all the raw hurt in the blood and the dirt I went for the gun in my belt.

But I just made things worse the old guy was first and his boot came down on my hand with a sickening crunch the bones popped in a bunch

And I tried but failed to stand

Well I guess he got mad’ cause the rest was real bad As my rudeness he attempted to cure There were steel toed kicks roundhouse licks You get the idea I'm sure. With my ribs all mushed and my fingers crushed I was just this side of dead My bones were broke and I though I'd croak But I heard the words that he said

"I may be gray but I got this way by out toughin' ********* like you Real bikers ain't old till they’re dead and cold And I've got some more livin' to do."

Then he walked out of the bar and I heard from afar As his bikes big engine caught. And as the blood dried I lay there and tried To figure out Just what I'd been taught.

And the moral seemed clear through the blood and the beer though it hurt too much to stir With an old biker dude don’t ever be rude Just smile and always say ......SIR

 

Good Stuff . Makes Ya think

 

Copied, Edited (font, color, etc), jus' spit out of printer, and will be on grudge wall, B4 sunset !!!!!!

THANX, again, as above !!!!

 

 

I wrote both of em.

 

Good read, thanks to both of you!

 

Enjoyed reading both. Thanks for posting

 

Good Stuff. I really liked the first one. Made me proud.