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Tuesday, October 2, 2007

The Rider



Dawn broke swiftly and silently over the top of the mesa. As the the fluorescent multi-hued rays illuminated the plateau. A lone figure astride his iron mount coalesced into view. A gentle warm breeze floated up the side of the mountain and enveloped the rider. As the breeze wrapped itself around the rider's shoulders, it whispered in his ear, "bring him home". The rider nodded and placed the bike in gear and proceeded down the path. The rider was aware of the honor that had been bestowed upon him by his boss. Not many received this honor. Only those who, in actions and deeds, had stayed true to the concept of brotherhood.


It had been some while since the rider had been on this stretch of road and yet, his familiarity had not abated even a tiny bit. He cracked open the throttle and felt the bike surge ahead. He smiled as the wind cascaded over his body and through his hair. He inhaled the sweet aroma of the desert flowers, which were in full bloom. The bike's sound came alive in his ears. He heard the drumming of the tires on the pavement, and the whine of the primary chain, the resonance of the V-twin as it echoed through the canyon walls. To him it sounded just like summer thunder.
The ride only lasted a short while when the turn he needed to make came up ahead. He crossed onto the gravel driveway; the bike was silent as he coasted up to the front door of the house. The rider dismounted and strode up to the door and silently entered. He passed down the long hallway to the back of the residence and opened a door at the end. He walked up to the left side of the bed and placed his hand on the man's shoulder that was lying there. Gently he patted the man's shoulder as he whispered, "It's time to go". The man stirred awake and clarity came into his eyes. He glanced over at the woman laying beside him and for a brief moment, there was sadness in his face. A young man in his prime sat up and raised himself off of the bed, glancing back at the old weathered body he had just left. The rider observed all this and thought back to when it had been his time. The rider he had known as "Kingpin" had come for him years earlier. And he remembered when "Julie" had come for his Beloved. Only the truly chosen Friend that became brother or sister were afforded the right to escort the newly arrived to his family waiting on this side of the veil. The rider glanced at the still sleeping form of the lady sleeping in the bed and understood the trials ahead for her, whether it be days, weeks or years. To her, time will seem to slow to infinity until it is her time to go. And to those family and friends she knows, her time will seem way too short. When two souls truly find each other, the wait to be reunited feels like an eternity.
The rider walked over to her side and whispered in her ear "Patience, it will only be a short while." The sleeping form did not stir, but seemed to relax with a deep sigh. The young man understood that time in this realm had no meaning, but still, it will seem to be forever until they are together again. The rider spoke to the young man before him and called him by name. "A-Rod my brother, it has been far too long". To which A-rod replied, "Yes, it has, D." With one glance back at the room, they walked down the hallway and out of the house.
In the driveway sat the rider's bike and just beyond it there appeared a new bike. A-Rod understood this to be the boss' bike that was placed at his disposal for the ride out. The choice was his; there were two paths ahead: one leads straight to home the other kept you on this plane until your spouse's time. The rider's mission was to escort him on whichever path was chosen. A-Rod walked over to the bike and threw a leg over and with a twinkle in his eye said, "I guess the old adage is true... He really does ride a Panhead." He fired it up, and with that they both lit out on down the path.

13 comments:

A-Rod said...

I'm touched. My eyes well up as I read it. Big D, your writing amazes me. Right now I am trying to keep a straight face at work...
I can feel the breeze in my hair and the sadness in my heart. I was smoking a cig when you callled, now I need another one just to regain my composure.

Ann said...

This one made me cry. Nice job, Big D. ILY!

Anonymous said...

D.
Got to hand it to you bro, that's some good stuff. Deep too. One small item I may have to take issue with though. WHO THE HELL SAYS I HAVE TO GO FIRST! Other than that, I liked it.

Ted

Veronnica said...

Big D, As I've said before sweetheart, you have an amazing talent with words! Keep 'em coming!!!!

Shannon said...

VERY good! You know how to leave the reader wanting more. A true talent, now we need chapter 2. Will it be the eternal ride, or the ride to glory? Hopefully I'll be posting on mine soon I have a few stories i've been working on, since I start leave next week I'll have time to post them.

Veronnica said...

I'm with Shannon btw, I'd sure like to know which path they took... next chapter?

Ann said...

OK, D. You're going to have to do a 2nd chapter for this one!

Big Daddy said...

I cannot tell which path A-Rod took..........It was his choice. Thats kinda the whole point Big D

Ann said...

No! You have to write another chapter!!! It's YOUR story!

Veronnica said...

Hellooooo????? Where are you????? I'm waiting to hear what path they choose!!!! You are slackin' in the Blog Department Baby!

Samantha said...

Another chapter please ;)

Anonymous said...

Great story and sorry i don't always comment. i appreciate all these stories not just because i'm the son of a biker but consider myself one (i know i ride a crotch rocket but its still two wheels). it did leave me wondering what is going to happen? i myself would take the road less traveled so to speak, waiting until my spouse's time (so i could ride for a long time without the spouse calling to see when i'm coming home). please continue........

rex

FLHX_Dave said...

Crap bro, your going to make me into a sack of wet rags. Just awesome, just awesome.