It's a way of life, forever two wheels, these bikers ride for charity and the lifestyle that it yields. See them ride in formation, also the patches that they wear, life devoted to their brothers and will die for the fair.
The freedom the ride brings you, like an eagle in it's flight, soaring over the canyons, without an ending in sight. Take the scream of the eagle, twist of power in his hand, if Jesus had a Harley, would be no footprints in the sand.
The long hair of the rider, speed of death grip in his hands, Jesse James was an outlaw, robbed all the banks of the land. A dedication to a brotherhood, just a ride for the cause, a clubhouse full of family, live and die by their laws.
First thing in the morning and ride through the night, would trade in his love life, if it came between him and his bike. The bike's natural feel to an outlaw, like an ocean and it's tide, would die for the meaning, but he lives just to ride.
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