Polish the Bell
It has been
a tradition among some of us, for a long time, to run a brass
bell on the left swing arm, to remember our brothers and sisters
who have gone down riding. It's a small thing, but the reason a
brass bell is chosen is that as we ride it will get dirty and
tarnished. Every time we get down and wash and polish it, we are
reminded of friends lost, and our thoughts turn to the meaning of
being in the wind. As we ride, and hear the bell ring, we know
that our brothers and sisters are riding with us. How easy it
would be to join them with a single mistake. And maybe, just
maybe, the next time a situation comes up, they will be there to
help us as long as we remember them by:
Polishing The Bell
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In memory of our lost
Bike Forum members
Some rode before us, Some rode with us.
We will remember...
 Donna "Scooter Girl" Ball September 29, 1953 ~November 24, 2007 Pennsdale, Pennsylvania |
 Deborah "Debbie" Lynn Cameron January 25, 1952 ~ October 12, 2007 Knoxville, Tennessee |
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 Bill "Ditchdigger" McEver September 11, 2006 McKees Rocks, PA One of our longest standing MIG members. #137 |
"Plantdawg" Robin Welborn
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"Shthd" ~ "Carauder" Dennis Burkhart
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 "G-man" Garrett Rinehart January 8, 1969 ~ November 20, 2003 Oswego, Illinois. |
 "Ntrudr98" Steve Hinkle Jan. 13, 1965 ~ June 15, 2003 Erie, Pennsylvania |
 "Art1" Art Mellor 2003 New Orleans, Louisiana |
 "TattooJim" Jim Cunningham June-09-1969 ~ April 9, 2002 Dracut, Massachusetts |
 "Al-J" Allen Johnson April 7, 1943 ~ October 26, 2001 Sylvania, Ohio |
 This candle burns for those who should be here, but for whatever reason, have not been submitted.by friends or relatives. |
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Our lives each touch a chord with all we encounter. That chord sounds out in a song that plays only a memory of times passed by. So sweet the passage of time, so bitter the memories of people passed by. We have but one life, and no matter how good or bad, we have the ability to shape the lives around us. In our own worlds we are miles apart, separated by our beliefs, our understandings, and our view on our world. The tides that bind us is friendship and common bonds that sweep forth and turn the tides that ravage human kind. We are connected in a single effort to belong together, and be a family of bikers. On our steeds we are set free, the problems of the world no longer apply. We find our peace, and each other. It is on the road we search, and our steeds take us far. We gather those who would accept us, and pass by those that will not. We share our love of riding, and our pain of loss. Each of us carries the scars left by a world not so understanding, but through all we endure we have each other. If you accomplish no more than this you have touched my life and made one person feel not so alone. You have given me a family that I never had, and welcomed me faithfully. I may be different from every one else, but truly on the road we are all brothers and sisters. Keep your rides safe, and let us meet and share a toast to new friendships, and better rides ahead. No one is the least in our band, no one, is rejected, when we are cruising together.
--Mike Burnham "DrMikeRB"
Ride Bells can be
purchased at many Harley Davidson accessory shops
or online at www.bikerjewelry.com
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Legend of the Bell (Retail "Road Gremlin" Version) for those who prefer a lighter version.
