a story you might like, a bikers story.------------------------------------------------------ Someone once ask me, were I given a choice, Would I choose to keep riding, or own a Rolls Royce? My answer was simple, I like leather, not lace, I choose the wind in my hair, and the sun on my face. The man queried further, with glee in his eye, What makes you this way, I'd like to know why? He continued to rattle, about the clothes that I wore, Guessing at answers, and still really not sure. My answers still puzzled him, both time and again, I talked of a lifestyle, and the places I've been. The people I've met, and the things that I've done, A thousand bikers together, all riding as one. I told him today, of things many years ago, His eyes opened wider, and his jaw had dropped low. The man stared wildly, in complete disbelief,"I thought you a criminal, a killer, or thief"? At the end my stories,the man sat quietly in thought, Then I questioned him,"is there something you forgot"? He leaned back in his chair, his arms over his chest, Spouting,"what you have told me, I'd never have guessed". You really are good people, with a need to be free, After talking with you, I want others to see. You reach out with your hearts, yet we really don't know, All the people you help, and the good seed that you sew. I can see now we were wrong, in not trusting you, People all over, should be doing what you do! We all need to open eyes, and put bias aside, Put our asses on bikes, and go for a ride! There are no evil bikers, simply misunderstood, For what we are worth, both the bad and the good! The man shook my hand, and bid me adieu, But the look in his eyes said, I wish I were you!
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