Show Me Your Bells

[Wing Nut]

so i just bought a ride bell for the wife yesterday and got me thinking about my buddy that gave me my bell.


so here's a thread, post a picture of your ride bell and tell who gave it to shoes


Houston, met him out singin karaoke he was going through a divorce and lost his bike, bought a road king, and then lost that one too, but we did get some good riding in,






got my bell down on my rear brake lever, i like it as low to the ground as i can get it,

as i was told, the bell captures the gremlins, and when it hits the ground and rings it empties the bell of the gremlins, sending them into oblivion





so where's your bell? who gave it to shoes?

[Wing Nut]

here are a couple variations of the "Guardian Bell" tale

Legend has it Evil Road Spirits have been latching themselves on to motorcycles for as long as there have been bikes on the road. These Evil Road Spirits are responsible for mechanical problems and bad luck along a journey.
Legend goes on to say that by attaching a small bell onto your motorcycle, the Evil Road Spirits will become trapped inside the bell where the constant ringing drives them insane, making them lose their grip until they fall to the ground. (Ever wonder where pot-holes come from?)
Legend also has it that the mystery of the Guardian Bells carries twice as much power when it is purchased by a friend or loved one and given as a gift. Show someone how much shoes care. Offer them defense against the Evil Road Spirits! Give Guardian Bells and share the Legend of Good Luck it offers to a motorcycle and its rider!

[Wing Nut]

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. shoes 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 shoes see a biker with a bell, shoes 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 lunch 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 shoes ever wondered how potholes are formed? The bell has served its purpose.

If shoes pick up a Guardian® Bell of your own, the magic will work, but if your bell is given to shoes, the power is doubled, and shoes know that somewhere shoes have a special friend helping to look after shoes.

So, if shoes have a friend who doesn’t have a bell, why not give them one? It’s a nice feeling for the recipient to know shoes 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.

[Papabear]

Here is mine.

[Papabear]

My Bell was given to me by the guy who sold me the bike.

[Wing Nut]

hell yeah! i like that style, i sent one just like that to a guy in TX