“What makes a biker” I was asked
By a young man late one night
He said he was gonna be one
He said “I wanna do it right”
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I think I busted his little bubble
When I let out a big laugh
I told him “ Son it’s all about the man”
I can’t say there’s a certain path
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I told him clothes and many bucks
Can get your ass on a scoot
But I told him that won’t make you a biker
Even accessorized with steel toed boots
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Every biker that I know
Carries a certain pride inside
It’s a feeling about a life
A feeling that he can’t hide
.
It’s not about that you own a bike
Not riding just to be seen
It’s more about a feeling within
Anyone can wear t shirts and jeans
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Even a biker can clean up pretty good
Hell they can even show grace
But you can tell a righteous brother
Just by the look on his face
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A true biker won’t change his ways
To fit a situation at hand
He’ll handle it just being himself
Even if it pisses off other men
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Every biker I know will stand his ground
He won’t back down from no one
If you ever cross him to bad
You better step up or run
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Most of them don’t have a lot to say
They don’t talk just to be heard
Many of them can get to the point
Spitting out very few words
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A biker doesn’t have to run with the crowd
Just because the crowd is there
You’ll never see him any happier
Than when the winds blowing through his hair

A biker won’t shoot you lies
Tell you what you want to hear
He’ll shoot it to you good and straight
If you don’t like he won’t care
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A biker will take care of his own
Be it his family or his friends
He’s the one you want on your side
When any kind of trouble sets in
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A lot of bikers believe in God
They know God believes in them
They’ll talk to him as they ride
Thank him for the caressing winds
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“So you see” I told him
I can’t tell you a biker you’ll be
Just get on a bike and be true to yourself
The rest will work out
“You’ll See”



The unmistakeable rumble of his steed
Throbbing , pulsating between their legs,
Like a beast, controlled by this modern day knight
He carried the maiden pillion,
As her pelvis pressed against his back,
Her long thighs squeezed against his hips
His gloved hand reached back to brush against her leg
She responded her body welding to his
The cool wind on their faces ,
Cutting through the kercheifs they wore
Like masks of past highwaymen
Their eyes protected by dark glasses ,
Hiding the passion that burned inside
Tactile, the touches were soft and subtle
As the rumbling, thundering of the Harley
Sensations, tantalising , lustful yearnings
Like delicious foreplay it seduced them
'til like a crescendo it reached its peak
The steed slowed and brought to a stop
He alighted taking her into his arms
He lifted her helmet her blond curls flowing
removed the scarf that masked her face
Revealed her eyes from beneath their shield
Without a word he did the same
And as they stood there enwrapped in each other
Their eyes enveloped in one anothers gaze
Three words were forming on her lips
He knew them well as had heard them before
Those words that told him of her deepest emotions
She whispered them quietly breathing them into his ear
And responding to her as he stood by her side
Their passion electric, their charges combined
Repeating those words she wanted to hear.....
...................................." Baby let's ride"