What is a Biker?

Between the insecurity of childhood,and the insecurity of senility can be found an interesting group of humanity called Bikers. They come in all sizes, shapes, musculatures and stages of sobriety, but the have a creed, that of a two wheeled Brotherhood. They can be found most everywhere: in cities, towns, the wilderness, in bars, jails, in the mud, next to the road doing some repairs, frequently in bed, but always in debt. Cagers don't see them, Judges keep the jails filled with them, and God doesn't really know what to do with them. A Biker is laziness covered with tattoos, bravery on two wheels, dignity all covered with grease, pride with an unkempt appearance, wisdom with a hammer, poetry in motion, and seldom without a case of cold beer. Bikers are blessed with the energy of a turtle, the slyness of a fox, the tenacity of a pitbull, the tales of a sea captain, the class of a Gypsy, the sincerity of a liar, and the aspirations of a Cassanova. When he wants something, it's usually connected to Motorcycles or women. He likes the wind in his face, most alcoholic beverages, Women in general, and his bike of course! He hates answering phones, bathing, officers of the law, getting up on time, broken bones & patronizing citizens. He also gets mad when he's asked to take his leathers off, or turn his t shirt inside out at bars! Nobody can get more pleasure riding around on a Sunday afternoon than he can.Who else could fit a little black book, 200lbs of nuts & bolts, whats left of his paycheck and a mangled pack of cigarettes along with a picture of his favorite bike all in one pocket! A Biker is a majestic creatue, your can scratch him out of your book, but not out of your life. Who else could could cause you to have more pleasure, grief, satisfaction, embarrassment or genuine pride then this combination of Brando, Hitchcock, Eastwould & Disney? He's your joys, your love, your tears and your fears. When your world is falling apart & you feel very foolish, this leather clad, bleary eyed, long way from home, loverboy works his magic. With a knock on your door & a wink from a bloodshot eye, he mends you world and eases the pain when he smiles & says , Hi Darlin'!

We Hope To See Ya Visit again, Very Soon!

We Miss Ya Already & You're not even gone yet!
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