Sharing a tale......
LEGEND OF THE BELL
Many years ago, on a cold December night a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for the kids at a group home, near where he worked.
As he rode along that night he thought about how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his needs to roam the highways and of his trusty old scooter that hadn't let him down once in the many years they'd shared the road.
Well, about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert lurked a group of those notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know, the ones that always leave little obstacles like shoes, boards, pieces of old tires and such lying in the road. They're the ones who dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and then crash; thus giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.
As the old lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlit night......the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid sideways before coming to a stop next to one of his broken loose saddlebags. As he lay there, unable to move, the road gremlins made their moves towards him. This biker was not one to give up easily so he started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell; he started ringing it instead with hopes of scaring off the dirty little rascals.
Some distance away camped in the desert, two bikers were sitting around the camp fire talking about their days ride.
In the stillness of the night air they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing. Investigating, they found the old biker lying along the road with the gremlins about to get him. Needless to say,(being part of the biker brotherhood) they proceeded to ward off the gremlins until the last of them ran off into the night.
Grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered to pay them for their help but; as all true bikers would, they refused to accept any type of payment. Not being one to let a good deed go unreturned, the old biker cut two pieces of leatherfrom his saddle bags and tied a little bell to each and then slowly placed them on each the two bikers motorcycles as near to the ground as practical.
The tired old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed on their bikes they would be protected from the road gremlins thereafter. If ever in trouble, just ring their bells. Fellow bikers will come to their aid just as they had done for him.
So... whenever you see a biker with a bell on his bike, you'll know that he has been blessed with a most important thing in life....the friendship of a fellow biker.