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  • Twas the Night before Christmas

    Twas the night before Christmas,
    and all through the shop,
    not an scooter was putting,
    not a bagger, rigid or chop.

    Empty beer cans were sitting,
    on the work bench with care,
    obvious evidence of,
    the usual hang-outs had been there.

    With Harleys on the lifts,
    fresh tins in the booth,
    a noise I did here,
    and it came from the roof.

    I dropped my Coors beer can,
    grabbed my 23 Glock,
    if you try to rob this shop,
    be ready to rock.

    I looked out the door,
    to my eyes did I see,
    the sweetest old Panhead,
    like a fifty two, or a three.

    It was decked out in chrome,
    with all vintage bits,
    with fishtails and spokes,
    this bike was the tits!

    Foot clutch and hand shift,
    a sidecar to match,
    a rare bike indeed,
    not your usual catch.

    A man standing by it,
    all dressed up in red,
    a sack on his shoulder,
    funny hat on his head.

    I asked what he wanted,
    he said with great cheer,
    "I was told that you wrench,
    and to bring my bike here."

    He pointed to the primary,
    and I noted the hole,
    the adjuster went bad,
    and the chain took a roll.

    I said, "That's not bad,
    I've got the parts all right here!"
    We pushed her on in,
    after she popped out of gear.

    I removed the chrome cover,
    the adjuster had gone south,
    I noted the fat man,
    put a fresh beer to his mouth.

    I said, "Hey there fat man,
    don't be drinking my Coors!"
    He said "I'll replace them,
    likely with alot more!!"

    So, I replaced the adjuster,
    and sinched up the chain,
    put back on the chrome cover,
    no need to explain.

    I fired her up,
    with one well placed kick,
    that Panhead was healthy,
    solid tappets quietly ticked.

    I said "Hey there fat man,
    how 'bout a spin?"
    He said "I'm kinda real busy,
    quite the hurry I'm in."

    He asked what he owed,
    and I said, "This one's free.",
    He mounted his scoot,
    and looked up at me.

    He said "Well I figured
    you'd not take my cash,
    so I left you a present,
    and restored your beer stash."

    He rode out of the shop,
    and hit second gear,
    he rode down the road,
    his exhaust I could hear.

    I went back in the shop,
    to lock up for the night,
    and what I did see,
    was a beautiful sight.

    A shiney black Knuckle,
    in the middle of the shop.
    It was bobbed just a little,
    but wasn't a chop.

    Her chrome shined like diamonds,
    and here wheels were all spoked.
    I held back a tear,
    as I started to get choked.

    I thought I was dreaming,
    I couldn't see clear.
    I ran to the fridge,
    for another cold beer.

    When I opened the door,
    again I was astounded.
    The fridge was so full,
    My heart, it just pounded.

    Beer after beer,
    packed in all spaces.
    Not another would fit,
    there weren't any places.

    A note was stuck,
    to a can in the door.
    It read "These are on me,
    next year I'll being more!"

    I sat down for a spell,
    I didn't know what to think,
    A mint vintage Knuckle,
    and more beer then I could drink?

    As I sat in the quiet,
    I thought I just flipped!
    I looked again at the Knuckle,
    a note swung from the grip.

    I reached for the note,
    and read what was scribbled,
    my lips, they just trembled,
    and some beer started to dribble.

    "For helping a stranger,
    on a cold winter's night,
    A reward you deserve,
    for doing a brother right."

    Merry Christmas.

    Dave63-2010

    1986 FXR 2015 Road Glide

    Member #00014

  • #2
    a classic
    Ride in Peace Wndchsr


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    • #3
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      2010 FLHX - Street Glide
      HERD MEMBER #00003

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      • #4
        What his thumb said...



        Mark

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        • #5
          I like it!
          OFFICIAL HERD MEMBER #83
          2014 FLHXS
          U.S. NAVY Veteran

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          • #6
            OUTSTANDING!

            Merry Christmas, Haps.
            Ride EVERY CHANCE YOU GET. Father Time is undefeated.

            Ride in Peace, Ricky "Rubberdown" Massey
            Ride Forever Free, Larry Weaver
            See you on the other side, Jeff.

            Official HERD Member #00181

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            • #7
              I remember that.
              I wonder how Dave is a doing ?
              Ear Tag no. 00030
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              Do`nt need no stinking hay,We want fresh green spring grass
              If they get close enough kick em in the crotch,MMMOOOOooo
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              • #8
                Love it!!
                Miles are on a road map, close to home is here
                Very Proud member #99
                Official Herd Hugger
                Count your life by smiles, not tears:
                Count your age by friends, not years.
                Old bikers don't gray, they CHROME OUT!!

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