We kept a close I out until we found a bad ass bike shop and store. We pulled in. We went into the store area. We looked around for a minute until this guy with a long beard walked over to us.
"What's up? Can I help you with anything?"
"We came looking for bikes."
"Well I think we have you covered on that."
We smiled.
"Tell me girls what kind of bike are y'all looking for?"
"We're both looking to get a bike piece actually."
"Awesome well we have many to choose from we have Harley's choppers some special made bikes You pick your poison."
"This guy is fucking awesome," I said to Neenah. "I'm looking for a '70s style Springer rigid frame."
"We have quite a few on our shop. Come on and show you."
Neenah and I followed him into the shop where I absolutely fell in love with."
"Talk to me. You see anything you like?"
I saw a bobber with suicide shift tell pops running down the side up diagonal with the sissy bar with shark fins at the end of them with ape hangers. It was black and red spoked rims V-Twin with screaming eagle parts.
"That one right there."
I pointed it out to him.
"That is a very beautiful bike. I like the choice."
"Okay let's talk business. How much?"
"That one will run you $20, 000.00".
Nina picked a bobber also with regular shift with black and gold paint spoke rims looked just like mine with the exception of a few things.
"That one right there will also run you
$20, 000.00"
Neenah looked at me and smiled and I knew that we were going to get them.
"Okay sir there's still some items that we are going to go shop for the store and will tally everything up."
"Sounds like a plan girls. I'll put sold signs on both your bikes."
We sure cans with him and Neenah and I went back to the store found two helmets and some riding shades. I walked over to the bells to look.
"These are cool looking bells what are they for?"
"You don't know the legend of the Bell?"
"I guess not baby".
"Okay the legend goes like this.
Many years ago, on a cold December night, an old greybeard 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 need to roam the highways and about his trusty old bike that hadn't let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.
About 50 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group of notorious little critters known as Road Gremlins. You know, the ones who always leave little obstacles like one shoe, boards and pieces of old tires on the road and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving the Road Gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.
As the old greybeard rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the Road Gremlins made their way towards him. The greybeard, not being one to give up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in the hopes of scaring off the dirty little gremlins.
About a half mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the campfire talking about their day's ride and the freedom of the wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the stillness of the night air, they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins about to get him. Needless to say, being a part of the biker Brotherhood, they proceeded to ward off the gremlins until the last of them ran off into the night.
Being grateful to the two bikers, the old greybeard offerred to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the greybeard cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebag tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the bikers' motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The tired, old road warrior then told the two travellers that with those bells placed on their bikes, they would be protected from the Road Gremlins and that if ever in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid.
So, whenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life...friendship from a fellow biker. So you can't buy a bell for yourself. A friend or a loved has to present you a bell and put it on your bike."
