Kelley (Texas)
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A week or so ago when I bought my new, bigger, faster, and heavier motorcycle, something took place at the dealership that I sorta shrugged aside...so excited getting the new bike that I just did not pay much heed to what transpired that day.
While waiting for the new motorcycle to be serviced and delivered to me, an old man approached me and started a conversation. He asked me if that new silver colored bike was mine...he said it was a beautiful bike. Unfortunately, I was not giving him my complete attention because I was looking through the door watching my bike being serviced. I remember him asking me how long I had been riding a motorcycle. During our visit, I found out that he had been riding a motorcycle for over forty years...when I looked across the parking lot at his old, rusted Harley-Davidson motorcycle, I thought to myself that he was probably telling the truth and that was probably the first motorcycle that he had ever owned. For a few moments, I was fearful that he could read my mind, but thank goodness the subject was changed as we continued our visit.
The shop owner walked out to let me know that my bike would be ready in about fifteen more minutes. He then started talking to the old man and I became a bystander which was fine with me. After a minute or two, the shop owner asked me if I would remain at the shop for a few minutes after my bike was delivered, that the old man wanted to go home to get something that he wanted me to have. I said sure as I watched in amazement as the old man rode out of the parking in a loud roar and a cloud of dust...I was surprised, that old man did indeed know how to ride and handle a motorcycle.
After a few more minutes, the bike was rolled out into the parking lot...gosh, it was beautiful. At that moment I heard a loud roar and the old man came flying into the parking lot, screeching to a halt just feet from where I was standing. He said that he had something that he wanted to give me...he pulled a small bell out of his pocket. He explained that the bell was what was known as a "Guardian Bell" and he really wanted me to have it. He tied the bell with a piece of leather throng to the left bottom frame of my bike and told me that the bell would bring me good luck and would keep me safe while riding the motorcycle. He made me promise that I would never remove it from the bike unless it needed to be polished. Being that it was a tiny bell, you could barely see it attached to the bike. We visited for a few minutes and I thanked him as we parted ways...he headed North and I headed for home, proudly riding the new bike.
Folks, a strange thing happened today! This morning at the last moment, I had decided to take a ride up to New Braunfels, Texas. It was going to be a beautiful day, a perfect day to ride some of the back roads and grab a bite to eat in New Braunfels, a small town originally settled by some folks from Germany back in the 1840's. I was in hog heaven as I rode through this beautiful area of the Texas Hill Country...lots of hills, trees lining many areas of the road. I was riding at sixty miles an hour, and as I started climbing one of the hills a strange feeling over came me and for some reason that I can not explain, something told me to slow down. As I topped the hill, there dead ahead was a pickup truck stopped in my lane with a farmer changing a flat tire and a car was coming towards me from the other direction. I stopped short of hitting that truck...thank goodness I had slowed down when I got that strange feeling. If I had not slowed down, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have run into the back of that pickup truck. What makes this even stranger is that after I stopped, I heard that small bell ring. I can not explain why any of this transpired...I will always wonder if that Guardian Bell saved my hide today! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
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After I arrived back home, I did a Google search on the subject of Guardian Bells and this is what I found.
The Legend of the Ride Bell
Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for 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 pan that hadn
While waiting for the new motorcycle to be serviced and delivered to me, an old man approached me and started a conversation. He asked me if that new silver colored bike was mine...he said it was a beautiful bike. Unfortunately, I was not giving him my complete attention because I was looking through the door watching my bike being serviced. I remember him asking me how long I had been riding a motorcycle. During our visit, I found out that he had been riding a motorcycle for over forty years...when I looked across the parking lot at his old, rusted Harley-Davidson motorcycle, I thought to myself that he was probably telling the truth and that was probably the first motorcycle that he had ever owned. For a few moments, I was fearful that he could read my mind, but thank goodness the subject was changed as we continued our visit.
The shop owner walked out to let me know that my bike would be ready in about fifteen more minutes. He then started talking to the old man and I became a bystander which was fine with me. After a minute or two, the shop owner asked me if I would remain at the shop for a few minutes after my bike was delivered, that the old man wanted to go home to get something that he wanted me to have. I said sure as I watched in amazement as the old man rode out of the parking in a loud roar and a cloud of dust...I was surprised, that old man did indeed know how to ride and handle a motorcycle.
After a few more minutes, the bike was rolled out into the parking lot...gosh, it was beautiful. At that moment I heard a loud roar and the old man came flying into the parking lot, screeching to a halt just feet from where I was standing. He said that he had something that he wanted to give me...he pulled a small bell out of his pocket. He explained that the bell was what was known as a "Guardian Bell" and he really wanted me to have it. He tied the bell with a piece of leather throng to the left bottom frame of my bike and told me that the bell would bring me good luck and would keep me safe while riding the motorcycle. He made me promise that I would never remove it from the bike unless it needed to be polished. Being that it was a tiny bell, you could barely see it attached to the bike. We visited for a few minutes and I thanked him as we parted ways...he headed North and I headed for home, proudly riding the new bike.
Folks, a strange thing happened today! This morning at the last moment, I had decided to take a ride up to New Braunfels, Texas. It was going to be a beautiful day, a perfect day to ride some of the back roads and grab a bite to eat in New Braunfels, a small town originally settled by some folks from Germany back in the 1840's. I was in hog heaven as I rode through this beautiful area of the Texas Hill Country...lots of hills, trees lining many areas of the road. I was riding at sixty miles an hour, and as I started climbing one of the hills a strange feeling over came me and for some reason that I can not explain, something told me to slow down. As I topped the hill, there dead ahead was a pickup truck stopped in my lane with a farmer changing a flat tire and a car was coming towards me from the other direction. I stopped short of hitting that truck...thank goodness I had slowed down when I got that strange feeling. If I had not slowed down, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have run into the back of that pickup truck. What makes this even stranger is that after I stopped, I heard that small bell ring. I can not explain why any of this transpired...I will always wonder if that Guardian Bell saved my hide today! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
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After I arrived back home, I did a Google search on the subject of Guardian Bells and this is what I found.
The Legend of the Ride Bell
Many years ago, on a cold December night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for 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 pan that hadn
