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Thank you for taking the time to visit with us... Tom(Free To Ride) is originally from New Jersey but now resides in Winston-Salem, NC with Denise(dove49), a true home grown country girl. We love the feeling and openness of the road from cruising through the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains to warm ride to the shores of the Carolinas together and with the wonderful friends we have met both on BON and in the biker community at large. If not for BON and a few great friends, we may never have crossed paths and fallen in love with each other....We look forward to the long ride to Myrtle Beach, or just riding around town...We hope to meet some awesome fellow riders that share the same open road therapy that we do.
Tom is the father of three wonderful children, twin 8 year old girls and a son, 14, that help to keep him young both inside and out. Denise is the mother of a grown son, and a wonderful grandson that is growing up to be a fine young man...We are on this Earth for such a short time, so enjoy every minute you have with yours....

Siggie courtesy of my friend, HarleyBaby

New Zealand sunset, courtesy of my good friend Crystal

I post this poem with blessings from my wonderful friend, Stormy...

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 saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant. But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves. But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But, you didn't see me.

* Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community. I hope you never lose someone that rides.

(Thank you, She Devil(Lisa), for these touching words)















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