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the inventor of harley-daivdson motorcycles,arthur daivdson,died and went to heave.at the gates st peter told arthur,''since you been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world,your reward is,you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.'' arthur thought about it for a minute and then said,''i want to hang out with god.'' st peter took arthur to the throne room,and introduced him to god.'' god recongnized arthur and commented,okay so you were the one who invented the harley daivdson motorcycles? arthur said yah thats me! god commented,well whats the big deal in inventing something thats pretty unstable,makes noise and pollution and cant run without a road. arthurwas apparantly embarrased but finally spoke ,excus mebut arent you the inventer of women?god said yes. well said arthur professional to professnal you have some major flaws in your invention. number one to much on-consistancy in the front end protrusin. number two it chatters constantly at high speeds. number three mostrear ends are to soft and wobbles to much. number four the in takeis placed to close to the exhaust. number fivethe maintance cost are out rages. hmmmmm you may have some good pointsthere replied god,hold on,godwent to his celestial super computer and typed in a few words and waited for the results,the computer printed out a slip of paper and god read it well. it may be true that my invention is flawed god said to arthur but according to these numbers more men are riding my invention than yours.....................................................

A Peom by;Larry ouellete Roadway passing beneath the floorboards, at highway speed Fishtail pipe,s sharp staccato barking out. Man and machine becomiing free, As the city,s skyline fades slowly away like the clouds Red tail hawks soar majestically overhead, nature,s beauty slowly unfolds. tension and worry fade,all that counts is the road ahead, Freedom only brothers of the wind ever know. no music on the radio only nature,s lovely song. guiding us on our way. world conflicts past or present evaporrate in the tire hum, rolling on god,s beautiful creationand man,shighways. Peoplestare as we pass them by,looking at all as the dredges of society, clad in the leathers and boots,patches decorating us all. Return thier discontent with a smile for we are free one thingthey,llunderstand at all brothers in the wind,enjoy our God given lives enjoying all that surrounds us to the end. things which mean nothing to them never pass through thier eyes, Strenghten us and make us brothers to the end. it a sad but true story ,lots of love from all of us in oklahoma and texas-bikers-riders

Patches cover a biker,s vest.From the neckline to the tail.Writing a story of his life at best.And the trails met along life,s trails. Some may show his warrior heart.Others remembering friends gone by.Political statements are also apart,Alas this story misses the non-biker,s eyes.Leather-clad people who pass you by,Greeted only with nervouness and quick stares.Are out escorting heroes home on thier rides,Back to thier loved ones who truly care.You never see are arrival at home,Where we also have families and lives.Nor our rides collecting money and toys,To enlighten underpriviledged children,s.Christmas morning eyes.We also take care of our brothers, and sisters who are down,By riding things called poker runs.No matter the weather our bikes will abound,Pouring rain or blazing sun.The next time we approach a hello or smile would be nice,A thank you would be the best.For another human is in sight,Beating proudly beneath that vest. this poem is by Larry O.me and my husband are riders people seem to for get about us.we lost friends on runs because a vehcle does not see them.we are also apart of the shrines group out of oklahoma.but we live in texas.so when you see a biker-rider just smile and wave.because ten to one they are on a poker run.for some charity...thanks for reading this if you come across it.it really means alot..sillylilcat