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WHEN THE LAST BIKER FALLS

 

 

THE OLD ONES STAND OUT NOW THEIR NUMBERS DWINDLING DOWN, THEIR A SAD LOSS TO THE AMERICAN  SCENE THESE INDIVIDUALS WITH THE WORN DOWN CLOTHES AND FACES.  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 IN TO A SYSTEM THAT SUCKS YOU UP LIKE A VORTEX IF YOU SLIP ONE FOOT INTO IT.

 

HE`S GOT HIS  CONNECTIONS, A FEW LIKE HIM THAT CARE FOR AND PROTECT EACH OTHER, HANGING ON TO 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 GREY IN BEARD AND BRAIDS, SOME ARE LIMP IN STEP OR PAIN IN THE KIDNEYS, STILL THEY KNOW NO OTHER LIFE IS LIFE, BUT MERELY A JOURNEY INTO EVERYONE ELSES MONOTONY.

 

HE LOOKS AT THE NEW ONES AND TURNS AWAY, KNOWING THEY WILL NEVER KNOW OF LIFE ON THE ROAD AND OF THE WOMEN WHO CAN TAKE IT, WILD LOVING WOMEN WHO WILL HANG IN WITH THEM BECAUSE THEY LOVE IT TOO, A WOMAN WITH A WILD HEART AND A LOYAL  SOUL, THATS WHATS NEEDED HERE.

THE NEW ONES ARE SHINY AND YOUNG AND A BIT TOO CLEAN, THEY ARE BORN INTO A SYSTEM THAT HAS AN IRON GRIP NOW, THE NEW ONES WILL NEVER  KNOW AND COULDNT TAKE THE LIFE.

 

I THINK ITS A MYSTERY EVEN TO THE OLD ONES WHY THIS LIFE IS THEIRS, BUT IT IS, AND ITS 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 IS THERES AND PROTECT IT.

 

IN A WORLDWIDE SYSTEM THAT IS MAKING ALL PEOPLE AS ALIKE AS MANUFACTURED DOLLS, THE EARTH WILL BE A MUCH DULLER PLACE

 

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