Aug 6, 2000
Got this in a e-mail from my dad and I thought it was good:


The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're a sad
loss to the American scene, these individualists with the worn down
clothes and faces.

You can still see them sometimes, the real ones. Some in packs, not as
large as a while ago. Sometimes alone. The alone one is the best. One
who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving
into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot
into it. He's got his connections - a few like him, that care for and
protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left. Like
old dinosaurs, their faces are leathered and rough by forty, but their
eyes still sharp and knowing. Some are gray in the beards and braids,
some are limp in the step and some pain in the kidneys.

Still they know that no other life is life, but merely a dreary journey
into everyone else's monotony. He looks at the new ones, then turns
away, knowing they will never know of life on the road and of the women
who can take it. Wild, loving, women who'll hang in with them, because
they love it too. A woman with a wild heart and a loyal soul, that's
what's needed here. The new ones are shiny and young and a bit too clean.
They're born into a system that has an iron grip now. The new one's will
never know and couldn't take "the life."

I think it's a mystique, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs,
but it is, and it's the only one. When the last biker falls, like the
dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of- gold, tough as
nails, free spirited men, who even at their worst, love what's theirs
and protect it.

In a world wide system that is making all people as alike as
manufactured dolls, the earth will be a duller place...
When the last biker falls.

Just think how dull it would be if we were all the same.....ya gotta love us.... we're what makes the world go round."

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