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My name is Steve. This story is about being a biker. I was born in 1969, too early to be a part of the early stages of the originals. I know about them though, I see them in the eyes of old school riders, on the road, at rally's and among friends. When I was a little boy, I watched my father marvel at bikes. I watched him want one, his dream, a Harley Davidson. It was hard for him. The struggle of making ends meet and caring for our family was such a challenge for him on his wage. I love my father, he taught me to work hard, and to be a man. He always told me, that someday he would have a Harley Davidson, even if he was old then.
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In the mean time, I saw his joy in other bikes, that he could afford, used ones. My mother and dad would pack up all their shit and take off. They would come home with stories of camping near the river, and sounds they could hear in the night. My dad smiled so much then, I want to be like him. That never ends. When I was old enough, my dad let me jump on one of his bikes and I rode it through the parking lot and, then suddenly, his dream became my dream to.
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Candidly I struggled in life too. Though I graduated high school, I made some choices that became hardships for me. Something about life didn’t seem right and fitting in became hard. The church of my childhood, left me with confused emotions, and I felt lost more than I felt found. For a long time, my choices in life created a harsh wedge between the family I will always love, and my lifestyle. After struggling in one relationship after another, I finally ended up alone, and at that low point in my life, I had no car only a bike. I walked everywhere and moved near my job, just so I could always get to work. I remember thinking to myself, I’m going to take all the money I earn and have, and I’m going to buy me my bike, my first Harley Davidson.
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I did. It was a 2003 Harley Davidson Sportser 1200. I remember, hiding in the restroom and calling my dad. "I did it dad, I got our first Harley Davidson." I even bought an old 78 ford ranger pick up so that I could bring it home. I can't express to you how I have felt since then, and the bond my father and I have developed, breaking down wedges that may have existed before. When I drove home that night with the sporty on the back of the pickup, I drove by my dad’s house before I drove home. He ran to the truck and sat on her. I still get tears in my eyes, when I think of that moment. I’m not a pretty boy, and it's hard for me to fit in a suit that's for sure. Gosh what is a biker?
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After I got the sporty, I hooked up with a gal, and with my son (from an ex), and her three kids, we have become quite the family, include my bike in that ok? My 03 sporty taught me that I’m not all that lost. I left a lot alone, and rode a lot with my girl too. She rides with me, and never tells me to stop. I remember one rally that we were together, and we sat in a crowd of leathers and tats, and I got a little choked up and said, I’m at church. If you don’t understand that, I am sorry. I guess we all get something different outta stuff don’t we. Now I ride a 06 road king, and last year put another 23,000 miles on her. I live to ride and find myself a little more every time I leave and come home. I have many many friends that I call family. There are men that I call my brothers. We have found each other along the way. I respect old school bikers, and thank you for this place in riding that I have found.
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We live in Washington State. But even in this winter cold I still find days to ride her. She is my friend. If you don't understand that, I'm sorry for that to. I hope when I wave at a rider, it is you someday. Sooner or later we'll all meet up with each other and smile.
Thank you for letting me share this. Be safe!
Mistletoad and Goosey
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