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Motorcycle Action Group bids to cut Plymouth biker deaths

The Motorcycle Action Group (MAG) wants to set up a safety forum in the Devon city to reduce the number of fatalities.

The group claims Plymouth is the third most dangerous city in England, but Devon and Cornwall Police said bikers could do more to protect themselves.  READ ON

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Lifestyle - Poetry

Bikers Code

Author: Unknown

What Every Biker Should Know

The two-wheeled code of the west
It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behavior that transcended words and was built on actions. There was never a bible written on this Biker's Code of the West and there was no need for such to me. But the times are a-changin' and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there. These days the riders you see blastin' down the tarmac are just as likely to be clad in shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and may be wearin' a Rolex watch under his leathers. There's nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code of the West just as we old-timers did.

Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hawg and using only grit and ingenuity, turning it into a one of a kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you made yourself out of pride. Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew cagers would just as soon run them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating. We were a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no family (they threw us out). We had to make it in the world of our own, against all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds. You know, we survived and prospered because of the Biker Code of the West and we never took shit from anybody. As an old scooter tramp named Jug once said, "It's every tramp's job to school the young. How else are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?" With that in mind, we bring you a primer on the basic two-wheeled Code of the West. Take heed, brothers and sisters, for our Code is a hallowed one filled with honor and loyalty, the likes of which have not been since the days of knighthood.

The Biker Commandments

Don't take any shit. Be kind to woman, children and animals, but don't take any bullshit. This is an essential part of being a biker. It has to do with respect and honor. Anyone can be a brash, quick- tempered lout. Be cool, stand tall and backup what you say with action.

Never lie, cheat or steal. Another way of saying this is to always tell the truth. Bikers are always the greasy bad guys in the movies, but every real biker knows that his word is his bond. Your word is all you have in life that is truly yours. Guard it carefully and be about something noble, for you are a true knight of the road.

Don't snitch. If you see a wrong, fight it yourself. If you are about anything, you'll take care of problems yourself and never feel the need to snitch someone off. Snitches are the lowest life forms on earth, right up there with biker thieves. This rule goes hand in hand with the next one.

Don't Snivel. Absolutely no one likes or respects a sniveler. Another way to say this is hold your mud. Still another way to think of it is, "Don't sweat the small stuff." Most of life's little inconveniences work themselves out whether you snivel or not. Keep your chin up, dammit! You're a biker, not some lowly mollusk.

Never say die and never give up. Whether it's in a fight, a debate, or a business deal, no matter how bad it gets, a biker never gives up. That's why you see a lot of wealthy bikers these days, 'cause they don't know how to quit in any element of their lives. In the biker world of rugged individualists, only the strong survive.

Help others. When a brother or sister is broken down by the side of the road, stop and help them. Even moral support, it that is all you can give, is better than riding on by. Remember life is about the journey, the ride, not getting there. You already are there. And don't just help bikers, show the world that we are better than our image portrays us. Courtesy costs you nothing and gives you everything.

Stick to your guns. Do what you say you'll do, be there when you say you will. This is called integrity. This also goes back to standing for something. Like the song says, "You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything."

Life is not a drill. Yeah, this ain't no dress rehearsal. This is life-go out and take big bites of it. You've got no time to lose and bikers don't stand around waiting for the party to come to them. You only go around once. Tomorrow you could be road kill, thanks to a chain smoker asleep at the wheel of his Caddy. Live life now, make the most of each moment. This is not a drill.

Summary
All right, now let's review. You are a biker, a modern-day knight of the road. Protect the weak, walk tall and stand proud. Your word is your bond. Stick to your guns. Don't take any shit. Life is not a drill. Now go forth and ride. When in doubt, ride. That's what we do...ride. If you want to ride around in a Day-Glo Hawaiian shirt and sandals, go for it, but if you intend to look like a goof, at least don't act like a goof. These commandments are just a few of the broad strokes, there is a lot more to being a biker than buying a bike. If you just buy a bike, you are a motorcyclist. Being a biker is a way of life, a proud way of life we hold in high regard and with a burning passion for the open highway and for life.

Now ride, dammit!

- Author Unknown


Unknown

Lifestyle - Poetry

Never Ride Faster than Your ANGEL

Never Ride Faster than Your ANGEL

Be careful while you ride,

As you .will soon be aware

Your Angel rides with you,

And helps u keep care,

So never ride to fast,

And watch out for your bro's,

As the angel is always with you.

So that's how the story goes

We learn to look out for each other,

As we Ride the open highway,

With help from Our Angel,

We safely ride thru the day,

So never ride to fast,

As our Angel,is .at your side,

Let him keep up,

And stay beside u on your ride,

We will never know,

When he lends a hand,

But it makes us wonder,

About our ghostly friend,

Where does he come from,

And where has he been,

He's always beside us,

Like a close Loyal friend,

So whoever you are,

And wherever your from,

We are just so glad.

That you did decide to come.

Wayne Harvey

(SHOVELHEADPOETRY) 2002

(POORMANS COPYRIGHT)

Wayne Harvey

Lifestyle - Poetry

A Good Ol'Lady is Always with Her Man.,

Shes My Ghost Rider

We always rode together,
Her arms wrapped around me,
But now she is gone,
Why did this have to be,

Riding down the highway,
She's hanging on tight,
A beautiful night,for a Ride,
Just me the ol;lady and my Bike,

Out from the right,A cage,
Hit us dead on,
We both went flying,
Ended up on a front lawn,

I ran to my women,
Held her to my chest,
Please God let her live,
Shes always been the Best,
,
She looked so weak,
But our eyes connected,
Then a smile she tried,
For the that moment it perfected,

She pulled me down,
Whispered in my ear,
We'll always have each other,
That you shouldn't fear,

That moment her eyes ,
Closed slowly,with a tear,
I knew she was gone,
O God this is what I'd fear,

I held her so tight,
And cried like a baby,
God I need her,
She's been the best Ol'lady,

They pried my arms from her,
I didn't want to let go,
What can I do now,
God I just don't know,

They took her away,
As I sat Broken hearted,
Watching the ambulance leave,
Now I knew we were departed,

Still wondering what she meant,
That we'd always have each other,
Its so hard to comprehend,
We always had one another,

A few months went by,
Drowning myself in whiskey,
But I didn't go for a ride,
It all seemed to risky,

One day I pulled it together,
And went for that first Ride,
As I cracked the throttle,
I felt something inside,

I let her rip,headed down the road
But the ride seemed so meaningless,
  UntilI felt her arms tightening,
Tightly around my Chest,

Now it came to me,
Shes with me on every ride,
She will never leave me,
As my heart pumped inside,

Forever and ever,
My lady will be with me,
Shes always will be here,
Its just her we might not See

  Untilwe meet again my Love,
We'll be together on our ride,
Your my I'l ghost rider,
Just You, Me and my Electra Glide,

written by,
Wayne Harvey
dec/28/11
(shovelheadpoetry)

Wayne Harvey

Lifestyle - Poetry

A MOTORCYCLE CHRISTMAS POEM

By: Rich Gouin

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the garages

Not a motorcycle was rumbling, except for Santa Claus'

The leather was hung in the closet with care

In hopes that nice weather, soon would be there

Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers

With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber

With momma in her bandana and I in my skull cap

We had settled down for a long winters nap

When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble

I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

Was a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear,

With one old driver so lively and quick

I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot

His clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot

A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back

Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work

As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk,

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign

As they cracked there throttles and got into line,

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph, and Trike,

On Kawasaki, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory,

But I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight

Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!


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