I have collected little bits of biker stuff over the years and as I get older and thinking about the change of events in my life, Brothers lost, cherished memories of younger years of riding still hold dear to my heart.
I want to share this with you, I did not write it but it sums up quite a bit about what is going on today, hope you like it.
When The Last Biker Falls
As more and more younger riders take the road I wanted to share this with you.
The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're a sad loss to the American scene, these individualists 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 or in pairs.
The ones who have been here a long time, staying in the life they love, 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 their eyes still sharp and knowing.
Some are gray in the beards and braids, some are limp in the step and some pain in the kidneys.
Still they know that no other life is life, but merely 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 women who can take it.
Wild, Loving Women 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 system that has an iron grip now. The new men and women will never know and couldn't take "the life."
Never a mystery to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and it's the only one. Some now will never understand, and wouldn't even if explained to them.
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 and women, 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.