Friday, September 18, 2009


Cane's ears slowly stirred his consciousness into focus. The close quiet hum he was hearing to was alien to him. Slowly opening his eyes and peering into the subdued light. The blinking green numbers flashing on the monitor above his head brought the hazy memory of recent events to clarity.

'Aww, Shit...It wasn't a dream'.

Quiet laughter echoed from the room’s far corner, ’No, It was definitely real'

Cane strained his eyes to focus on the source.

The man speaking from the corner of the room stepped forward into view.

Cane looked to see a weather-beaten face shrouded in long flowing white hair and beard.

It took a few seconds for Cane to realize the vest and leathers the man wore were white.

'Who the hell are you?' Cane asked.

Again the old man laughed, leaning closer to Cane replied softly ’wrong place'

'What do you mean by that?

'I don't come from there'

Confused, Cane stared at the man quizzically and then mumbled 'Oh Shit'

Laughing even louder the old man quipped 'No, I ain't who your thinking' Waving his hands in the air, no robe and no scythe here'

'Then who are you?'

'Lets just say I'm a fan and have been for sometime.'

A Fan? Of what?

'Of you and what you do.'

'I'm not sure I understand'

'You are a good hearted man who strives to live each day honorably and care for your family and friends. Also what you do for kids....Well, let's put it this way, many talk about helping, you actually put yourself out there. For that, I try to keep an extra eye out for you'

Looking down at his body wrapped in bandages Cane muttered 'Good Job'

Smiling the Old man replied 'Yes, I think so'

'I was being sarcastic' If you were watching out for kinda messed up' replied Cane

'I was a little busy at the time, so I did what I could


'Yes, busy. What you didn't see on your little flight was our friend with the scythe waiting in the street. He was so excited at having potential clients he didn't see me coming. I drop kicked his ass' and then barely had time to catch you and your wife in time for a softer landing. You try catching two at a time...let me know how well you do' chortled the old man.

'You did all that?' asked Cane.

'That and more, I have sent people with good hearts and advice to your side, though you don't always listen, I have even helped you out of a few close calls.....You haven't exactly helped make my job any easier.'


'No need to apologize, I really didn't expect you too'.

'Now you’re confusing me'

'I don't have any hold on your free will. The same ability that sometimes hinders, also allows you to take the risk you do for children. They kind of go hand in to speak.'

'Why me?'

'Because I need you'

'You need me? How?'

I can't be everywhere at once; I need people like you to protect the little ones.

'I'm still not sure I understand...aren't you everywhere?

The old man responded laughing 'No, I'm not that guy either'

'Then who are you?'

'Lets just say I'm the "Bikers" aide and leave it at that.'

'Now I'm really confused, if you’re a "Bikers" aide what's that have to do with kids?'

'Since the entire world has free will, there are those who will abuse that privilege. You help to make sure that the little ones don't have theirs taken away. Some lead by your example will also become "Bikers" someday.

By looking out for you, I'm also looking out for them.'

'I won't be able to do much from here' said Cane gesturing at the room.

'As I stated before, you have good people surrounding you. They will keep the flame burning in your absence. Think of it this way, the best steel is forged slowly over fire. In time you will emerge from this stronger, sharper and more focused. When you wake tomorrow, you won't remember this talk we are having...But your soul will.

Cane noticed the old man was slowly receding back into the darkness of the room. Feeling the effects of the medication again he started to drift off to sleep. Before consciousness lost hold he heard the old man whisper.

'Rest up Bro', you still have a Lot to do'


Mr. Motorcycle said...

Most excellent!

IowaHarleyGirl (Stephanie) said...

I'm with Mr. M...Most Excellent!

Arizona Harley Dude said...

Well said Big D and a prayer sent for their recovery to be quick.

mq01 said...

wow, beautiful and deep. really great thought provoking stuff. you've given me lots to ponder... :)

FLHX_Dave said...

Whoa BigD...just whoa. You know there are not too many people who consider themselves talented who could have come up with something like this.

This is why I have much love for you. Because you have a soul and a great perspective. You actually think rather than vomit repetition.

Awesome BigD. I always become emersed in your writing. Thanks for the brain bath.

Big Daddy said...

Anytime I can get the crusty old road-whore Dave to take a bath....
I've succeeded
Your welcome BB and Willy ;]

Dean "D-Day" said...

Wow. Simply awesome my friend.
Thanx for the soulful ride.

Anonymous said...

That ranks right up there with Piercing the Darkness, the pilgrim's Progress and the Screw-tape Letters.

Ride on,

Big Daddy said...

To be compared with such diverse writers as the oxford scholar C.S Lewis, 'The Screwtape Letters'
The "Criminal" John Bunyan, 'The Pilgrims Progress'
and Frank Peretti, 'Piercing the Darkness'
Is Quite an Honor.
I will continue to try to live up to it.
Thank You.

WooleyBugger said...

This was so good that I had to read it again. Your able to paint vivid pictures with your words BigD. You should put these short stories in a paper bound. If still alive, I could see Rod Serling making episodes from them.

I have not found the time to devote to my novel lately and fear, from reading your stories, that I am getting rusty.

Lady Ridesalot said...

WOW! I loved it! It made me think of your friends, Sticks and Dimples... they obviously still have work to do.

I'm sorry it took me so long to get over hear and read this, but now I'm glad I finally did.

You have a great talent. Thanks for sharing it with us.

"Joker" said...

Those who only read you see the talent, but only those who truly know you see the soul.

Today he is Cane. Tomorrow he will be another. He has many names. He is you. Sometimes he is me. But to you he is more of an open book, while to me and so many others he still has much to teach.

I hate that coffee with the little two-cup coffee makers they have in hotel rooms. My last night in Arizona when you dropped me at my room you could have easily said your good-byes and headed home. But you didn't. You chose to stay and because the bar was closed we had coffee and talked for a while. We talked about stuff that most folks wouldn't relate to at all. As I said, I hate that coffee, but it was probably one of the best cups I've ever had.

redbone said...

all i can say is "DAMN U A MOFO!" and i mean that nicely. :O)

Mister Zip 66 said...

I get it. Love your blog. B.A.C.A. for life. Ill have to spend the rest of my life proving it.