Introduction: I am (55) a non-smoking, non-drinker, kind, a giver not a taker, intelligent, outdoorsy, reasonably attractive, open-minded, passionate about life, mature, honest with a great sense of humor, and not looking for drama. I am a guy looking for a riding partner, best friend, lover, soulmate. I live in San Antonio, Texas, and got accepted for a government position at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX. I have a Harley Road King and I do enjoy going to bike rallies, poker runs, and any bike get together. I do work and have a very good job. I have a Red fifth-wheel ToyHauler Travel Trailer with flames that I go to Bike Rallies with, along with my dog, "Katie". If you happen to see it, come on by and say "Hi". I am just a down-to-earth guy that is honest, in a little debt (aren't we all now a days) and loves to have fun. I am seriously looking for a woman that doesn't mine riding behind her man or riding beside me on her bike, but doesn't bitch about the ride, instead enjoys the ride.
THE OLD MAN....... Author Unknown As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries toward my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away.
I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too and took a few steps towards him. I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.
The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying, 'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine. He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told old the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman.
When I shook hands with him earlier he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine, too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'
He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima, and Guadalcanal. He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked, we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet but was stopped by me, and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it, and I stuck it into my pocket. We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbyes to his wife.
I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station, I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me. One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then, that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again, we shook hands all around, and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.
For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name....... "Congressional Medal of Honor Society."
I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence.
Remember, old men like him gave us FREEDOM for America !
America is not at war.
The U.S. Military is at war.
America is at the Mall..
If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!
Remember, Freedom isn't Free, thousands have paid the price so we can all enjoy what we have today.
GOD BLESS AMERICA !!!
Be a Born Again AMERICAN visit http://www.bornagainamerican.org/
The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success.
Being born in TEXAS no more makes you a Texan than being born in a barn makes you a bull. A real TEXAN is an individual who stands out in any crowd. There's just something different about him or her that is instantly noticeable. You can tell theirs no bullshit on a real TEXAN's part right away. They believe in themselves and that makes them different from the average American in itself. They aren't going to fall apart because you don't like them either. They just will tell where to go back where you came from. Don't ya just love TEXAS!!!!
Patriot Guard Riders Mission Statement
The Patriot Guard Riders is a diverse amalgamation of riders from across the nation. We have one thing in common besides motorcycles. We have an unwavering respect for those who risk their very lives for America’s freedom and security. If you share this respect, please join us. We don’t care what you ride or if you ride, what your political views are, or whether you’re a hawk or a dove. It is not a requirement that you be a veteran. It doesn't matter where you’re from or what your income is; you don’t even have to ride. The only prerequisite is Respect. Our main mission is to attend the funeral services of fallen American heroes as invited guests of the family. Each mission we undertake has two basic objectives: Show our sincere respect for our fallen heroes, their families, and their communities. Shield the mourning family and their friends from interruptions created by any protestor or group of protestors. We accomplish the latter through strictly legal and non-violent means. To those of you who are currently serving and fighting for the freedoms of others, at home and abroad, please know that we are backing you. We honor and support you with every mission we carry out, and we are praying for a safe return home for all. Be a part of the Texas Patriot Guard Guard http://www.patriotguard.org/
YES, I'M A BAD AMERICAN
I am the Liberal-Progressive s Worst Nightmare. I am an American and believe in God. I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles and believe in American products. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some Liberal governmental functionary be it Democratic or Republican! I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way! I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer, it makes you a smart American. I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it! I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, do it in English. I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to. My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G Davidson that makes the Awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles. I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time watching or arguing about it. I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut up already. I believe if you don't like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country! This is AMERICA ..We like it the way it is! If you were born here and don't like it you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you. I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution. CAN I GET AN "AMEN" ON THAT ONE? I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you're breaking the law, regardless of what color you are. And, no, I don't mind having my face shown on my drivers license. I think it's good..... And I'm proud that 'God' is written on my money. I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years. I believe the President of the United States should put his hand over his heart and say the pledge of allegiance and should have no reservations about wearing American flag pins on his lapel. I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making 'donations' to their cause. Get a Job and do your part. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents. I believe 'illegal' is illegal no matter what the lawyers think. I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed in AMERICA ! If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American. If you are a BAD American too, please let someone know. We want our country back! We NEED GOD BACK IN OUR COUNTRY! WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE!
JUST A BIKER
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 when you saw my bike parked out front. 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 rode by. But you didn't see me riding 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 jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones 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 or 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 she 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.. If you don't repost this, it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides. EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY.
MISSING MY MAMMA
Lord, I'm awake agian tonight Because I miss her so. I really didn't realize It would be so hard to let her go.
She was not only my Momma But she was my best friend And my thoughts were She'd be with me til the end.
No one knows what it is like To lose your precious mother. Because on this side of Heaven There can never be another.
But there will come a day When my tears will all be gone. Because on that precious day I will be at Home.
The first thing I want to see Is her precious face And I know she'll be standing there Right there in her place.
It will be my Momma Welcoming me Home that day. But until that day comes In my heart she will stay.
Thank-You, Lord for letting me Have her for this long. She was the best mother Through her I became strong.
And even though I miss her Until my heart could break, I know I'll see her again When I get to the Heaenly Gate.
I love you and miss you so much Momma Your Son, Dale
Are you an Old School Biker
Your Result: You are old school
You are a part of the true biker community. You probably understand the meaning of brotherhood and look after those you ride with as family. Ride Hard - Die Free is not just a fancy patch you bought at a bike rally. You probably ride your bike to Bike Week no matter how far it is. Bikers like you are hard to come by. Keep the shiny side up.
As a boy, I was taught that Angels exist, That the halos and feathers were real. As a man, I've seen those halos and feathers replaced; By leather, and chrome, and steel. Each night my Angel folds her Iron Wings And sleeps outside my door. At first light she awaits me, To ride again, to feel free, And at peace once more. Her nameplate says Harley, But it's Angel to me, As we sweep, and glide, and soar. Her voice is mellow and throaty, But can be raised, to sound a thundering roar! We are partners for life, my Angel and I, Each needing the other to survive. I, making her parts the sum of our being, And she, making me feel alive! So now, I believe once more in Angels, Her halo lights my way. And her feathers are vibrantly Displayed and tattooed in black, white chrome, And True Blue.... As a boy, I was taught that Angels exist, That the halos and feathers were real. As a man, I've seen those halos and feathers replaced; By leather, and chrome, and steel.
Turn ons:
Rallies, hottubs, T and A, Wet T-shirts, no panties, and Harleys
Turn offs:
liers, cheaters, smokers, extreme overweight, bad hygiene
Ideal:
sexy, open-minded, honest
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