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 | Terri |
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| Location: |
somewhere out there lost as usual!, MI |
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| Looking for: |
Friends, riding partners
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Introduction:
IN MEMEORY OF OEP1...HE HAS PASSED AWAY ON FEB. 29TH DURING BIKE WEEK IN HIS MOTEL ROOM. PLEASE SEND LOTS OF PRAYERS TO HIS SON, AND HIS FAMILY, WHO ARE GRIEVING THERE LOSS! GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
Bikers Prayer:
Biker angel be my guide As I climb upon my scoot to ride Let your halo light the way And keep me safe from harm today Let your wings provide me wind and air And send it cousing through my hair Find me a peaceful sunny place And let it shine upon my face Keep the clouds and rain at bay And keep me dry throughout the day Watch over my brothers n sisters who ride with me Keep them safe and close to me Keep my wheels upon the ground So i'll return here safe and sound But should disaster be my fate Guide me through Heaven's gate If i must join my fallen brethren Please show me the way into Biker Heaven
Amen to all my Brothers and Sisters in the Wind!
So its 2008, and already, I have heard of many men and woman who have gone down. PLEASE, drive sober, and ride very safe, and know that you are the only one that is watching for you. |
Turn ons:
eyes, arms, charm, smile |
Turn offs:
sarcasm, aragent, rudeness, back stabing. |
Ideal:
MY IDEAL PARTNER WOULD BE A MAN WHO LIKE ME, LOVES TO RIDE, BUT CONCIDERATE OF OTHERS, RESPECTFUL, CARING, LOVING, FAITHFUL, LOYAL, HONEST, FUNNY, PERSONABLE, FRIENDLY AND DID I SAY BIKER? I WILL NOT SE | |
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Interests:
BROTHERS! Kickin' the shifter,grabbin' the clutch, at first glance,there aint much, to riding a scooter,like an old seasoned pro, but under the surface,that aint just so...
you see with your eyes,but you feel with your heart, to sense what hazard might take you apart. you know what bolt has loosened and such, how is it possible to sense this much?
Because a biker,doesn't ride because it's cool, and while there are times,we all ride like fools,
it's more than the riding that makes us this way it's the heart of a tribe that's mostly lost these days. It's the way of the Brothers,who care for their own,
both human and machine like in the old days, when this way was known, Too bad today, mostly it's me, me, me, for those who live in the cage society.
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Favorite Quotes:
"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,
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