Readers Write

The Bell By J Wahl For decades the thundering roar of a Harley Davidson has instilled fear, nervousness, and an anxiety in the hearts of many people; for me it was just the opposite. As a small girl growing up, Harley Davidson was the sound of security. With that V twin drone came the loving arms of my father, a kiss goodnight, and a snuggly bug tucking in.
Back in the Saddle Again By Bill Hathcock My Father-in-Law has been battling all types of health problems over the last two years. His health had him confined to little activities. He could hardly walk any distance, but after a recent hospital visit; he has made a remarkable comeback. He purchased a Can Am Touring bike and has begun to ride.
Ride Of The Fall - A Poem By Wild Bill (The Alaskan Biker Poet) The ground is cold and hard There's a rock beneath my back Larger than a boulder, As I roll out of the sack. I lay there for a moment Watching shadows on the wall