The morning was chilly and dank and damp,
as Bikers stirred in their roadside camp.
The first to rise and snarl his howdy,
was none other than “JD Rowdy.”
The smell of coffee soon filled the air, while
dark clouds hovered, but don’t despair;
for “Curlee Bob” was about to rise
and cook the “mess”… ’twas no surprise.
His kitchen skills are widely known
in Haiti, where he fills the throne;
“Hamburger King”, his title there,
another tale someday to share.
“Gruesome Greg” then showed his face
And bowed and prayed a prayer of grace;
heads down, eyes closed, his words touched all…
The tattered crew ate and drank and shared,
and by God’s hand, they were prepared.
The mission was upon them now.
Their Hogs first chugged, then rumbled low;
that sweet sound means it’s time to go.
What happened next was strange for sure,
as clouds diminished in a blur.
Out came the beautiful rising sun
and a new day’s ride was soon begun.
Trailing them and not far back
was “Talker Tim,” yes, right on track.
His caring heart and watching eyes
to share with all and harmonize.
But why are these guys doing this?
It seems like something is amiss.
Do they not know the world’s perception?
Why are they a grand exception?
To sum it up in one short phrase,
“because of kids and Jesus”
who they serve and praise.
Praises
