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You don't quit riding
because you get old....
You get old because
you quit riding.
Olde Time Bikers  Creed for riding...

Between these handlebars I've seen
The beauty of this land...
And as the years have rolled on by
Well,let me tell you now first hand...

I've seen things through these handlebars
And I'm sure you've seen them too...
The mountains, plains, this land of ours
Oceans, rivers, sky's of blue...

And I'm sure you've felt the bitter cold
As you rode out long ago...
The years, the miles, the rain, the snow
And the warmth of a campfires glow...

Yes, the many years, old coot,you've rode
The friends met, stories told...
Yet, your still out riding highways
In the heat and in the cold...

Forty years or more you've rode along
Who cares what people say...
You're right, Their wrong, They stay, Your gone
It's just the Old Coots way...

To see things through these handlebars
Keep it simple, keep it free...
You're welcome now to ride along
Let's ride! Come ride with me.....
                                        "Frog" olde time bikers
                                        "Old Coots On Scoots"
                                         Chapter 43
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Words of wisdom from "Frog"
Need a little inspiration??
Play this song and get
inspired!!!!
Gus Bork on a Harley Davidson circa 1927
Old Coots on Scoots
Chapter 43
Rio Rancho New Mexico