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With his saddlebags filled with toys and other 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 shared the road together.
Well about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert lurked a small group of those notorious
little critters known as road gremlins, you know the ones that always leave little obstacles like, one
shoe, boards, pieces of old tires, and dig the dreaded pot holes 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 moonlit night the gremlins ambushed him,
causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid for always 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
move
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 a mile away camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the camp fire talking
about their days 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 about to
get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood they preceded to ward off the
gremlins until the last of gremlins 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 saddle bags tassels and tied a bell to each
one, then slowly placed them on each of the bikers 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.
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