|Posted by MuskRat on May 25, 2011 at 12:19 PM||comments (0)|
Times past, felt a minute ago....By Freebird914 (aka MuskRat)
As the wrench slowly turned he heard the creak of the bolt breaking from years of being tighten.
He knew he was on his way.
He stepped back and looked at the engine it had taken him this far and he couldn't let go of a good friend now.
The smell of gas, grease, and solvents filled the air.
Music in the background ...
That"s the song...
It reminded him of a time long ago...
As the memories flood back to the night
A cold sweat comes across his body
He was young again laughing and joking
You remember now
was it in Charleston?
So long ago..
SO many nights...
It started as most nights
meeting at the Bar
sharing a few drinks and laughs
The smoke filled room
the smoking area out back
but it was time to ride
The engines fired to life
Running thru downtown
nothing happening here
Over the Cooper
Isle of Palms
Gentle Sea breeze
As we backed the bikes in
we all start to laugh
Though a short ride
The time well spent, was worth it
This was the beginning of the end
Soon we would all be going our seperate ways
Some going home, others making new homes
but for one it would be the last night we spent together.
We never knew what would happen that night
Our fate was hidden but she waited for one of us
WE laughed and shared a few drinks
Sitting on the Deck the WindJammer
It felt like home some nights
other times it was a tourist trap.
Tonight it just felt right.
Looking out to the sea
the silence was shared by a cigarette
as we stared at the waves breaking.
Laughter broke the silence
We all looked at each other and smiled
Life was good....
It was time to go
we all cranked the bikes
the breeze felt cool
the lights of the city shined bright
as we crossed the Cooper
How many times had we been under the Bridge
Sailing to the Sea
I saw it coming but it was to late
WE where going too fast in the turn
I watch as the rear tire
started to slide, and you tried to save it
I saw you try to turn the bars
trying to control
The brake light showed me you panic
I watch as you as a last ditch threw your foot down
The asphalt pulled you off as the bike slid out from under you
as I saw the force of the stop twist your body
as you tumbled toward the guard rail
Brakes where on
our friends where turning around
Barley getting the kickstand down trying to get to you
I reached you and tried to speak
but tears filled my eyes
training was taking over
check for a pulse
breathing and bleeding
I held you looking
into your eyes
A deep breath
Blood coming from your mouth and nose
I saw the look and knew it was time.
I held you close till the Medics
but it was to late
and I cried...
The old man felt that night as if it was tonight.
He wiped a tear from his eye
and looked at the bike
It wasn't this bike but one like her
Sometimes the only relief
The old man feels is turn
A wrench and feeling the wind..
|Posted by REV on August 6, 2010 at 10:54 PM||comments (0)|
IRON WARRIORS PRAYER
Sunday morning I pull my iron horse from its stall. Turn the key and a crack of thunder parts the sound of silence. In the back of my mind I wonder wich one of my neighbors are damming the one thing I dreamed of doing all-night. That thought quickly evaporates to I am a Iron Warrior and my brothers are waiting so I must ride to meet them.
I say a prayer for all Iron Warriors here on earth and those that ride the havens on their V-twins as large as the grandest mountains. This is a brother hood next to none. It is my religion, my demons and my honor to serve and be a part of an elite group of people that serve the public putting their life on the line each and every day.
We are Warriors. We are not just Warriors but Iron Warriors. We are Iron Warriors and we will stand and fight what the common fear. The highway is my path to the havens. I will ride its valleys and mountains to the promise land and will embrace the winds that wear my face.
As an Iron Worrier you need not fear me although I only ask for your respect and in return I will serve with Pride Integrity and Guts.
|Posted by MuskRat on July 30, 2010 at 7:11 PM||comments (0)|
" I may not be able to save your life but I will be there with you till the end" By Rooster 7 Bridges chapter.
That is why some never truely experience what it is to be an IW, they have head knowledge but not heart knowledge." By Kilo 7 Bridges chapter
Please add yours in comments....
|Posted by MuskRat on July 25, 2010 at 2:16 PM||comments (1)|
It's what we do.
We ride Motorcycles
fast and true
We love our lady's
thru and thru
We fight what people fear
because we fear them to
We chose to live
this crazy life
No other life
we would chose
We fight the fight
We fight to win
Of the end
Tears will be shed
for our Friend
Brothers are chosen
till the end
|Posted by iwmcnation on May 24, 2010 at 8:04 AM||comments (2)|
Hearing the sound of the highway and the smell of the rain on the asphalt,
Time is passing by so quick these days, some days I miss smoking, watching the smoke trail pass into the sky,
Hearing the tink,tink as the engine cools from the ride, Remebering friends past andsome of the crazy times we shared.
The friends that have passed on,always in the back of the mind, Years spent doing our Duty,
The memories some good, but when sleep comes sometimes so do the Night Terrors the not so good memories.
Some days I miss the drink it wasalways a way to forget the past, to try and drown the times that Iwould love to forget.
I call it making friends with the Grey Ghost but as with all Ghosst they sometimes come back to haunt you,
So here I am awake and remembering the Sins of the past,
It is easy to forgive your fellow man but to make peace with oneself is sometimes hard,
The actions we took even though it may have been our job, in a strange sense I somehow enjoyed the deed.
Some people ask why I like being alone, Its a safe place for me to be.
In the early 80's in a Bar in Naples a friend made a comment you Bikers are a strange breed you enjoy being alone together.
I laughed then, but I knew for me it was the truth, We the share the wind, no need for idle chatter,
The full moon on the back roads, and the darkness of a moonless night.
The smell of the ocean and the sight of the forest.
The smell of the heat from themotor we know every sound, Every tick and squeak of the bike.
And Yes the thunder of the Motor, we even know when it ain't right.
The older Iget the more I understand. Somedays the only peace I have is in the wind.
Sorry for the ramblings,,,, thought you may enjoy.... Loner : Better the freedom of being alone.
the illusion of Safety in the herd. Words lie, Actions speak......
|Posted by iwmcnation on May 23, 2010 at 10:51 AM||comments (0)|
This has been on our 'News' page, but thought it worthy of Blog space to show you what I'm talking about when we refer to Brotherhood, poetry, and hellish writers in the club:
A toast to you my Iron Warrior brothers and sisters!
This past year has came and gone!
We Have laughed and we have cried!
We have fought hard on that "Thin Blue Line!"
We run into the gunfight, we put out the fire!
We have lost Iron Warrior brothers and sisters, sometimes i wonder,
Does anyone really care?
I look out at you; I see your Iron Warrior vest you wear!
You wear it with pride, because you the Iron Warriors are always there!
Your hearts are large, but I know you are tuff!
I also am an Iron Warrior. "I love you so much!"
So to you the Fireman and the Policeman as well,
be careful out there, our work is pure HELL!
I salute you my brother, with this i say, to our fallen comrade Iron Warriors I toast you today!
Let us stand and fight once more, the fire the criminal, who will be the first thru the door?
So, yes we are Iron Warriors, our colors we wear with pride! So lets get on our Harleys and " BY GOD LETS RIDE!"
MIKE " BIG DADDY" SHIPMAN
STATE LINE CHAPTER, MISSISSIPPI