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blbf..biker life bikers forever;) |
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Introduction:
My name is Steve. This story is about being a biker. I was born in 1969, too early to be a part of the early stages of the originals. I Know about them though, I see them in the eyes of old school riders, on the road, at rally's and among friends. When i was a little boy, I watched my father marvel at bikes. I watched him want one, his dream, a Harley Davidson. It was hard for him. The struggle fo making ends meet and caring for our family was such a challenge for him on his wage. I love my father, he taught me to work hard, and to be a man. He always told me, that someday he would have a Harley Davidson, even if he was old then.
In the mean time, i saw his joy in other bikes, that he could afford, used ones. My mother and dad would pack up all their shit and take off. They would come home with stories of camping near the river and sounds they could hear in the night. My dad smiled so much then. I want to be like him. That never ends. When I was old enough, my dad let me jump on one of his bikes and I rode it through the parking lot and, then suddenly, his dream became my dream to.
Candidly, i struggled in life too. Though i graduated high schook, I made some choices that became hardships for me. Something about life didnt seem right and fitting in became hard. The church of my childhood, left me with confused emotions, and i felt lost more than i felt found. For a long time, my choices in life created a harsh wedge between the family i will always love, and my lifestyle. After struggling in one relationship after another, i finally ended up alone, and at that low point in my life, i had no car only a pedal bike. I walked everywhere and moved near my job, just so i could always get to work. I remember thinking to myself that, I was going to take all the money i earned and......I was going to buy my my bike, my first Harley Davidson.
I did. It was a Harley Davidson Sportster 1200. I remember, hiding in the restroom and calling my dad at the Harley Shop. "I did it dad, I got our first Harley Davidson." I even bought an old 78 Ford Ranger pick up so that i could bring it home. I can't express to you how i have felt since then, and the bond my father and i have developed, breaking down wedges that may have existed before. When i drove home that night with the sporty on the back of the pickup, I drove by my dad's house before i drove home. He ran to the truck and sat on her. I still get tears in my eyes, when i think of that moment.
I'm not a pretty boy, and it's hard for me to fit in a suit that's for sure. Gosh, we are bikers!
We ride. I sit amongst brothers like church and smile.
Someday we will all ride together somewhere, you will see!
mistletoad
hope you enjoy this profile...I am addicted to the wind and the sound of my rejetted carb and slip-ons. Why is it that i love to get lost?...Because every time i leave i find a little more of myself, somewhere.

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my name is steven. My passin is my road king and the open road. I luv to ride. i spend as much time workin out in the gym as i can afford, and lots of overtime at work. Im more than happy to tell you anything else about me you'd like to know!
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great game;)
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...a body on a bike!, my girl on my bike!...(naked) lol |
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doggin' another mans/ womans bike!...snow and ice when i want to ride!!! shit i hate this fkn snow right now!!! |
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About Me:
im a pretty good guy....lol
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