hypnotic

When I was told to write a bikers tale for this page, I sat at the computer for 4 days and 4 nights. At the end of the 4th day, I still had a blank sheet. On the 5th day Lokei asked "what is the problem"? You see! I had plenty of tales, I just did not know what to write about. Should I write about the ride to 2004 Round Up in Milwaukee, WI or 2005 Round up in Rockingham, NC or my first official club ride as the Road Captain were we got stopped by the police. How when I first started riding I gained the Old School Brothers respect because I would ride as long and as hard as they did or how a couple of the Black Tigers just getting in off the road (from driving truck) went home to get their bikes to ride with me 40 more miles home so my newbie tail would not be on the road in rush hour traffic alone. Or how my FPB's from the Black Tigers took me in as one of their own and drilled the importance of regular maintenance, safety, proper riding gear and riding with-in my ability? Lokei was quiet for a minute as though he was in thought and softly said "what inspired you"?

I remembered back when I was about 8 years of age.

I would sit on the front porch with my elbows on my knees and face in my hands as my oldest brother and his partners would ride off into the sunset on their two wheeled vessels. After their silhouettes were out of sight I would day dream about the day that I would become one able to ride along side them. Before I knew it, it was my oldest brother, my father, uncles, cousins and another brother were all on that fantastic voyage. At those moments I wished that I to could be one and vowed that one day I would be on board.

Through the years becoming a mother a lot of my dreams and aspirations were lost in the day to day struggle of trying to survive and raising a child as a single parent. Upon my daughter graduating high school and moving on to college I was lost, my baby was grown, independent, self sufficient, intelligent and did not need me on a day to day basis. I struggled with what to do. I had no patience to go back to school, what should a sista do? Where shall I go from here............

To a place were I could be free and let my hair flow through the wind as I roll into the sunset with no specific destination and were time has no limits. I wanted to become one of those mysterious beings that when they pass you they would wave because you waved. The ones, who would, ride through my dreams, as though there is nothing more gratifying. Shouldn't I be thinking about securing my future retirement plans, 401k's and IRA's? Why am I so obsessed with that chrome, that rubber, that metal, that rumble of thunder and that smell of freshness. Now as I look into the eyes of kids, as I pass I wave, they wave. I smile and they smile back. I see their dreams as though they were mine. I now ride my iron horse into the sunset leaving whispers of thunder as I take in the fragrance of freedom that I as well as all BIKERS do.

I now realize that I am now ONE.

1Luv,

HypNotic