MeliJane's blog: "Biker stuff"

The Harley Song....        By Bill Holoboff

David graduated with a master's degree
Another seven years he's got a Phd
His Ma & pa were grinnin' just as proud as could be
They said 'We wanna get you something, son, so what'll it be?'
He closed his eyes so thoughtfully
and said "Yeah, Pop, I think I wanna be free

I wanna ride out in the open sun
I wanna get a look from everyone
I wanna show 'em I can have some fun
I wanna ride a Harley-Davidson

Father Bob had done a good job for thirty some years
A lotta weddings, lotta funerals, Kinda sick of the tears
Did his preachin' on Sunday, went home for the night
Woke up Monday mornin' in a whole different light
He said 'Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't care
I still love my fellow man, but I just needed some air

I wanna ride out in the open sun
I wanna get a look from everyone
I wanna show 'em I can have some fun
I wanna ride a Harley-Davidson

Well, little Tommy and his mommy on Christmas Eve
Went down to the mall to sit on Santa's knee
Santa said 'Come and take your picture with me'
And Tommy read his list so carefully
He said 'The wagon sounds okay and the pony we'll see
But sorry, kid, the new bike's for me

I wanna ride out in the open sun
I wanna get a look from everyone
I wanna show 'em I can have some fun
I wanna ride a Harley-Davidson

Bill Holoboff billholoboff@hotmail.com

Ridin Free

Every Biker understands,
why a Dog hangs his head,
out the window of the truck,
while he's drivin.
Cause we all wanna be,
on the road ridin free,
livin like Hopper and Fonda.
Singin freinds don't let freinds,
ride Honda's.

How It All Got Started

 

It All Got Started With a 58 Pan

I Learned to be a Biker from My Old Man

He Bought it when I was just Five

That’s when My World came Alive

 

The Pan was a Police Special with a Hand Shift and Foot Clutch

I thought that Old Harley was really just too much

I used to sit on Her with Dreams of the Breeze

I Loved that Iron Horse Between My Knees

 

I Loved to Hear Dad and His Friends Ride In

Telling Wild Stories of Where They’ve Been

Ridin Hard, Drinkin Beer, Bars, and Fights

Sparks Flying from Curving Hard those Wild Nights

 

I Learned Brotherhood Honor and Trust

Don’t Take No Shit when You’ve been Cussed

When a Biker is Broke Down Help Him Out

Someday You’ll Break Down there ain’t no doubt

 

Now I Ride a Shovel I Ride When I Can

Someday I hope also to Own an Old Pan

An Old Pan Chopper with Suicide Clutch

A Real Long Front End that’s Near Too Much

 

I Ride through the Hills with Curves and Trees

I Love the Scenery and Feeling the Breeze

I Love to Hear My Drag Pipes Roar

I Love the Freedom of an Eagles Soar

 

I’ll Ride till I’m Dead if it’s the Good Lords Will

Riding Iron Horses will always give Me a Thrill

I Build Them I Break Them and then Do it Again

I’ll be Building, Changing, and Riding them Until the End

 

Author: Lee Ball

BIKERS
For all who Know Motorcycle Riders

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.


I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the
sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money
for the hurricane relief.


I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your
cigarette butt out the car window.


I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to
the homeless.


I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my
friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves
to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children where born and have their
name written over and in my heart.


I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.


I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted
into my lane.


I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.


I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.


I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.


I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I
was in.But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.


I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.

* Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community .*


If you don't repost this, I hope you never loose
someone that rides. Have a great week my friends.