Old Bikes; and Worn Out Boots

From my email this morning.
(Thank you Duane)  

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Their old bikes, worn out boots, leathers, old jeans and leathered faces,~ tells us all they have ridden far and seen many places.
   
You see them riding in small packs but many times alone,~ the loner is the one that knows the ropes and brotherhood to the bone.
   
The gray in their hair and the white in their beard,~ tells you right off they have been there and done that, nothing ever feared.
   
They have been there and done that and still very much alive,~ so give them respect and to be their friend you must strive.
   
They take care of their friends and always their own,~ they can teach you things about life and REAL you have never known.
   
They are quiet and at the bars mostly sit alone,~ because their old brothers and lifestyle are almost gone.
   
Like old brothers their lady's are loyal real and to them totally bound,~ if they were not they sure as hell wouldn't be around.
   
Many are vets from a place call Vietnam,~ where they fought a meaningless war for you and Uncle Sam.
   
Like the dinosaurs of old the old bikers will go down,~ and when the last one falls only those that know will hear the sound.
   
To all you young rider wannabes and prospects I give this toast,~ ride on brother for beside you rides an "Old Bikers" Ghost.
   
We ride down life's lonesome highway and just around the bend,~ stands the golden gates to glory right at it's end.
   
At these gates a hooded cloaked brother stands as their keeper,~ he's the last brother you meet "THE GRIM REAPER".
   
He waves you through his scythe held high,~ "welcome brother your lifestyle here will never die".
   
So to all you preppy wannabe's prospects and all that ride,~ find you an "Old Biker" and from him learn -by his teachings abide.
   
Some day down life's highway as you ride an "Old Biker" riding all alone,~ a cold breeze will hit you and chill you to the bone.
  
Glance over brother you may see me after I'm gone riding there,~ your guardian angel "Old Biker" grinning with the wind in my hair.
 
The "Old Biker" that taught you the real way,~ will ride beside you till your last day.

Ride on brothers the gates to glory are just ahead, ~ all your brothers are here and your style's not dead.

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Have a grand weekend my friends!

XOXO
Me