Pictures of people, sitting and eating,
visiting and listening to music of yore.
Interesting phases of life have gone by
and everyone loves to sit and talk about
them.
Listening intensely to the melodies as I
write of these times for future generations
of bikers.
Hoping that they'll always get together and
pass on our new family traditions.
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