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Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico. His saddlebags were filled with toys and other assorted trinkets to give to the kids at a group home near where he worked.

As he rode along that night, thinking how lucky he had been in life, having a loving riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways, and to his trusty old panhead that hadn't let him down in the many years that they shared the road together.

About 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert lurked a small group of those notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know the ones that always leave little obstacles; one shoe, boards, pieces of old tires, or digging the dreaded pot holes for bikers to run over and crash, giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil!!

Well as the lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed him causing him to crash into the asphalt and skid for a while 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 move towards him. This biker not being one to give up started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. With nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it, in 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 part of the biker brotherhood, they preceded to ward off the gremlins until the last of gremlins ran off into the night.

Being grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered 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 old biker cut two pieces of leather from his saddle bags tassels and tied a bell to each one, then slowly placed them on each of the bikers motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible.

The tired, old road warrior, told the two travelers 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'll know that he has been blessed with the most important thing in life; friendship from a fellow biker.

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