Many years ago, before the Dykes on Bikes ever existed, on a cold December night, an old Biker returned from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys for the kids at a group home near his place of residency. As he rode along that night he found himself thinking of how fortunate he had been in life. How lucky to have a loving riding partner who understood his need to roam the highways. And how grateful he was to his trusty Hog – his bike that had not let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.
About forty 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. They are those bandits who always leave little obstacles – such as shoes, boards and pieces of tires on the road. They dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over, twist a tire and sometimes even crash – thus giving the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.
Well, as the old biker 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 biker, not being one to give up, began throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with nothing else to throw but a bell, he rang it in hopes to scare off the dirty little gremlins.
About half a 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 the vast country. In the stillness of the night air, they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing. Upon investigating, the two found the old biker lying along the side of the road with the gremlins about to get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood, they proceeded to ward off the gremlins until the last one ran into the night. Being grateful to the bikers, the old biker offered to pay them for their help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the old biker cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebag tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed them on each of the biker’s motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The tired old biker then told the two travelers that with those bells place d on their bikes, they would be protected from the road gremlins. If they were ever in trouble, they only had to ring the bell, and a fellow biker would 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 with a friendship from a fellow biker.
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Debby Rijos was born and raised in Chi-Town. She grew up in the Ukrainian Village and Bucktown neighborhoods. The mind and the body are her passion; she has a background in Psychology as well as Fitness. When not cruising on her Harley in Boystown you can find Debby fulfilling her public duties at the Department of Public Health. Yes! She is 100% Boricua.