The Legend of the Guardian® Bell
Many years ago, on a cold December
night, a crusty old biker was returning from a trip to Mexico with his
saddlebags filled with toys and other assorted trinkets for the kids at
a group home near where he worked.
As he rode along that night thinking how lucky he had been in life, having a loving
riding partner that understood his need to roam the highways and to his trusty old
pan that hadn’t let him down once in the many years they had shared the road together.
Well about 40 miles north of the border, in the high desert, lurked a small group
of notorious little critters known as road gremlins. You know, the ones who always
leave little obstacles like, one shoe, boards, and pieces of old tires on the road,
and also dig those dreaded potholes for bikers to run over and crash, thus giving
the road gremlins a chance to rejoice over their acts of evil.
Well, as the
lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve that moonlit night, the gremlins ambushed
him, causing him to crash to the asphalt and skid before coming to a stop next to
one of his saddlebags that had broken free. As he lay there, unable to move, the
road gremlins made their way towards him. Well, this biker, not being one to give
up, started throwing things at the gremlins as they approached him. Finally, with
nothing else to throw but a bell, he started ringing it in hopes to scare off the
dirty little gremlins.
About a half a mile away, camped in the desert, were two bikers sitting around the
campfire talking about their day’s ride, and the freedom of the
wind blowing in their faces as they rode across this vast country. In the
stillness of the night air they heard what sounded to them like church bells ringing,
and upon investigating, found the old biker lying along the roadside with the gremlins
about to get him. Needless to say, being part of the biker brotherhood, they preceded
to ward off the gremlins until the last ran off into the night.
Being grateful to the two bikers, the old road dog offered to pay them for their
help, but as all true bikers do, they refused to accept any type of payment from
him. Not being one to let a good deed go unnoticed, the old biker cut two pieces
of leather from his saddlebags tassels and tied a bell to each one. He then placed
them on each of the biker’s motorcycles, as near to the ground as possible. The
tired, old road warrior then told the two travelers that with those bells placed
on their bikes, they would be protected from the road gremlins and that if ever
in trouble, just ring the bell and a fellow biker will come to their aid.
So, whenever you see a biker with a bell, you know that he has been blessed with
the most important thing in life—friendship from a fellow biker.
The Purpose of the Guardian® Bell
Many of us have heard the story about Evil Road Spirits. They are little gremlins
that live on your bike. They love to ride, and they’re also responsible for most
of your bike’s problems. Sometimes your turn signals refuse to work; your battery
goes dead, the clutch needs adjustment, or any of several hundred things that can
go wrong. These problems are caused by Evil Road Spirits.
Evil Road Spirits can’t live in the presence of the bell, because they get trapped
in the hollow of the bell. Among other things, their hearing is supersensitive,
so the constant ringing of the bell and the confined space drives them insane. They
lose their grip and eventually fall to the roadway. Have you ever wondered how potholes
are formed? The bell has served its purpose.
If you pick up a Guardian® Bell of
your own, the magic will work, but if your bell is given to you, the power is doubled,
and you know that somewhere you have a special friend helping to look after you.
So, if you have a friend who doesn’t have a bell,
why not give them one? It’s a nice feeling for the recipient to know you
care. The bell, plus a good preventive maintenance program by the bikes owner, will
help eliminate Evil Road Spirits.
Polishing the Guardian® Bell
It has been a tradition among some of us for a long time to attach a brass bell
to our left swing arm, to remember our brothers and sisters who have gone down riding.
It’s a small thing, but the reason a brass bell is chosen is that, as we ride, it
gets dirty and tarnished. Every time we get down to wash and polish it, we are reminded
of friends lost, and our thoughts turn to the meaning of being in the wind.
As we ride and hear the bell ring, we know that our brothers and sisters are riding
with us, and how easy it would be to join them with a single mistake.
And maybe, just maybe, the next time a situation comes up; they will be there to
help us...as long as we remember them by polishing the bell.