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hddawg13 Ooops! Time for another vacation already,, WooHoo!!!!

Sex:Male
Location: Turn To The Right, TN
Country: United States
Last Online: Yesterday
Interested in: Females
               
Age: 50
Ride: Yes
Own a bike: Yes
Status: Single
Looking for: Friends, relationships, riding partners
Religion: reckon so
Drink: Drink Socially
Introduction:
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Turn ons:
Fine Petite Women,, Oh Yeah,, Bitchin Scooters and fun times!
Turn offs:
People that be all about themselves, liars and thieves and people that don't know respect.
Ideal:
One Like I. An Individual. Someone who is actually about something.
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The Legend Of The Ride Bell

Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and assorted trinkets for the kids at a group home near where he worked.

As he rode along that night thinking how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways and to his trusty old pan that hadn't let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.

Well about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group of notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know, the ones who always leave little obstacles like one shoe, boards and pieces of old tires on the road and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.

Well as the lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlight night, the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the road gremlins made their way towards him. Well this biker, not being one to give up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in hopes to scare off the dirty little gremlins.

About a half mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the campfire talking about their day's ride and the freedom of the wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the stillness of the night air they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins aboutto get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood, they preceded to ward off the gremlins until the last one ran off into the night.

Being grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the old biker cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebag tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the biker's motorcycles as near to the ground as possible. The tired old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed on their bikes, they would be protected from the road gremlins and that if ever in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid.

So, wehenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life - friendship from a fellow biker.


The Purpose Of The RIde Bell


Many of us have heard the story about the Evil Road Spirits. They are little gremlins that live on your bike. They love to ride and they're also responsible for most of your bike's problems. Sometimes your turn signals refuse to work, your battery goes dead, the clutch needs adjusted or any of several hundred things that can and do go wrong. These problems are caused by Evil Road Spirits.

Evil Road Spirits can't live in the presence of the bell. Because the get trapped in the hollow of the bell. Among other things, their hearing is supersensitive, so the constant ringing of the bell and the confined space
drives em insane. They lose their grip and eventually fall to the roadway. Have you ever wondered how potholes are formed? The bell has served its purpose.

If you pick up a Legend Bell of your own, the magic will work, but if your bell is given to you, the power is doubled and you know that somewhere you have a special friend helping to look after you.


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