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Biker Blood It all began when I was just a little boy, I was never satisified with those
ordinary toy's. Then one day my dad brought home a Honda superhawk, He took me for a ride and really made that little scooter talk. Every week we watched "Then came Bronson" on t.v. , I swear that sportster's engine sang a sweet song to me. Dreamed as I rode around on my old beat up Shwinn, Of a future day when I would ride my very own V-twin. Oh, how I love to ride and feel the wind in my hair, Forever on two wheel,s,I would live without a care. I want to fly down the road to somewhere I,ve never been, Lord have mercy, I was born with biker blood in me . My uncle Leon rode a Triumph Thunderbird, it was 1957, and his final Gypsy Tour. In WWII my Great Uncle Jack rode his Harley MP bike in Japan, It,s no wonder I turned out to be a motorcycle man. Many year,s have passed and nothing much has changed, I,m not happy unless I,m in the saddle every day. Every week I watch "American Chopper" on t.v. , Lord have mercy, I was born with Biker Blood in me. Yes I love to ride and feel the wind in my hair, I may have bug,s on my teeth but ask me if I care. I still want to fly down the road to somewhere I,ve never been, I thank God that I was born with Biker Blood in me. Live to Ride/ Ride to Live ! Rev. Jon Baucom 6/ 27/ 05 blade@netcommander.com
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