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Introduction:
----  **UNDERSTAND THE PROFILE SAYS FRIENDS ONLY. UNDERSTAND IT, RESPECT IT. IF YOU DON'T "GET IT" MOVE ON** I love my bikers. Not riders, bikers. If you have to ask, you aren't one. ***UPDATE*** RESPECT the fact that I am here as friends only. If you feel the need to ask me out....DON'T. If you still insist on asking, expect to have your feelings hurt.



The Softer Side of Leather By Wayne Haskell
Some think bikers are mean, Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans. You don't like our patches or the clothes that we wear, You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair. You don't like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes, You think we're not loyal to the Stars and Stripes. You don't like our patches that are worn on our vests, You think we're so different from all the rest. But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike, You drive a car and I ride a bike. You have no tattoos painted on your arm, But we fought side by side in Viet Nam. So the next time your children are running around, Enjoy their freedom, and the fun that they've found. Remember us bikers and all that we do, We feed our lost veterans, we're red white and blue! We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile, By riding our bikes for miles and miles. You see, us bikers have never forgot, Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots. We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's, We will always wear black from our heads to our toes. Society once said that long hair was for fags, But you'll never see a biker burning a flag. Now the tattoos and leather you don't understand, Stands for free independence that us bikers demand. Our long hair and patches and bikes with loud pipes, Is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and the Stripes. So before you make up your mind on just what I might be, Take a look in the mirror and what do you see? The man that you see that is staring right back, Is not too much different from that biker in black!!
Ride Safe Ride Free!
I came across the following in my old Myspace blogs today. If not for these men, the biker world wouldn't be what it is today. This is my world, this is who I love... Stormy The Last Biker
The old one's 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, sometime alone. The alone one is the best. One who has 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 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 one's will never know and couldn't take "the life." I think it's a mystery, 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 theirs 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.

Thank you Harley Outlaw for this new addition to my poems.... Miles will never distance The depth of respect Between Us Brothers Of the Mistress wind As you close your eyes Smile my friend Think of the many miles Still left to ride Hold onto memories Never give up Upon life For as long as I breathe You are a part of me As long as I ride You shall ride with me And when I leave here To join you there Others will ride for us Onward Forever Forward Into the wind



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Turn ons:
IT'S A LIFE...NOT A LIFE STYLE
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Turn offs:
Wannabes and players. AND I WILL BUST YOU IN A HEARTBEAT IF YOU TRY TO PLAY ME |
Ideal:
Old school. Hard and soft all at the same time. I love my bikers. Not riders, but bikers. If you have to ask, you aren't one. | |
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Activities:
Anything outdoors. I love camping, fishing, 4 wheeling. And yes, of course riding. Riding is number one on my list of things t do
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Interests:
I like to sit back with a good book, good music, and relax. I enjoy going for walks. Playing in the rain on a hot summer afternoon.
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Favorite Music:
I love it all....except rap
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Favorite TV Shows:
I don't watch much TV, too little time, but if I do it's usually CSI Miami
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Favorite Movies:
Suspense, drama, some comedies. I am NOT a chic Flick kinda person
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Favorite Books:
I heard an old song today, and something in it hit home...My new Fav Quote... "Nothing good lasts forever, say goodbye, turn around, and walk away, close the door"
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Favorite Quotes:
I have a couple of favs....Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes, but those that fall from the soul and touch the heart. and one more...Someone might come into your life and love you the way you've always wanted to be loved..If your someday was yesterday, learn..If your someday is tomorrow, hope..If your someday is today,cherish.
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About Me:
I think I pretty much covered it all in everything else, but I am 5'7" and maybe have a little more padding than necessary
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