What Makes A Biker?
By: Bob Bryant

“What makes a biker” I was asked
By a young man late one night
He said he was gonna be one
He said “I wanna do it right”
I think I busted his little bubble
When I let out a big laugh
I told him “ Son it’s all about the man”
I can’t say there’s a certain path
I told him clothes and many bucks
Can get your ass on a scoot
But I told him that won’t make you a biker
Even accessorized with steel toed boots
Every biker that I know
Carries a certain pride inside
It’s a feeling about a life
A feeling that he can’t hide
It’s not about that you own a bike
Not riding just to be seen
It’s more about a feeling within
Anyone can wear t shirts and jeans
Even a biker can clean up pretty good
Hell they can even show grace
But you can tell a righteous brother
Just by the look on his face
A true biker won’t change his ways
To fit a situation at hand
He’ll handle it just being himself
Even if it pisses off other men
Every biker I know will stand his ground
He won’t back down from no one
If you ever cross him to bad
You better step up or run
Most of them don’t have a lot to say
They don’t talk just to be heard
Many of them can get to the point
Spitting out very few words
A biker doesn’t have to run with the crowd
Just because the crowd is there
You’ll never see him any happier
Than when the winds blowing through his hair
A biker won’t shoot you lies
Tell you what you want to hear
He’ll shoot it to you good and straight
If you don’t like he won’t care
A biker will take care of his own
Be it his family or his friends
He’s the one you want on your side
When any kind of trouble sets in
A lot of bikers believe in God
They know God believes in them
They’ll talk to him as they ride
Thank him for the caressing winds
“So you see” I told him
I can’t tell you a biker you’ll be
Just get on a bike and be true to yourself
The rest will work out
“You’ll See”