When The Last Biker Falls

[Momz]

By Geoffrey Brown Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down, They're a sad loss to the American scene, these individualists with worn out clothes, saddles and faces. You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs, not as large as a while ago, but sometimes alone.
The lone one is best, One who's been here a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving in o the system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot in... He's got his connections - a few like him, that care for and protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left, like old dinosaurs, their faces leathered and rough and dry by forty, but their eyes still sharp and knowing.
Some are gray in their beards and braids, some limp in their step and some pain in their kidneys. Still they know that no other life is life, but merely a dreary journey into everyone else's monotony.
He looks at the new ones and then turns away, knowing they will never know of life on the road and the women who can take it. Wild, loving women who will hang in with then because they love them, because they love it, too. Women with wild hearts and loyal souls, that's what's needed here. The new ones are shiny and young and a bit too clean. They're born in to a system that has an iron grip now. The new ones don't seem to know, and couldn't handle the life.
I think it's a mystery, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and for them, is the only one.
When the last biker falls, like the dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of-gold, hard-as-nails, free spirited men, who even at their worst, love what is theirs and protect it. In a worldwide system that is making all people alike as manufactured dolls. the Earth will be a duller place...

When The Last Biker Falls

In loving memory of G.Brown 8/21/74 to 8/8/13