Legend of the"Bell"
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RE: Legend of the"Bell"
there's more than one story out there too ...
the popular myth of the road gremlin (Legend of the bell)
as well as the more serious memorial use of them (Polishing the bell)
both can bee seen at :
http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/silverd...arleyBell.html
the popular myth of the road gremlin (Legend of the bell)
as well as the more serious memorial use of them (Polishing the bell)
both can bee seen at :
http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/silverd...arleyBell.html
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RE: Legend of the"Bell"
Here's three completely true tales I've posted & repostedonearlier threads about the li'l ding-a-lings:
One is an old Lone Wolf biker crashed in the high desert country when evil road gremlins attacked him. As he was protecting himself from the gremlins intent on attacking him, he threw stuff from out of his broken saddlebags at them. Finally he had nothing left to throw except a couple bells, but instead of throwing them, he jingled the bells, scaring the li'l gremlins off. A couple other bikers who were camped close by, came and helped him up, and fixed his bike. When he offered to pay, they refused, so he made straps for the remaining two bells, and gave them to the two who'd helped him. He told them story of scaring the gremlins off with the bells.
Another is that gremlins live on your bike and cause problems - turn signal won't work, oil leak, flat tire, etc. If you have a bell on your bike, tied down low, the gremlins are attracted to the tinkling sound. When they investigate they get trapped inside the bell, only to fall off onto the road. They then lie in wait for the next unprotected bike to pass by.
The last one I'll tell here is the absolute truth. I know the two individuals; one of them occasionally looks back at me in the mirror. One of them decided to hang a little bell on his bike. The two dudes were stoned outta their gourds and were diggin' on the little tinkly sound as they passed around some smoke while listening to Floyd. They figgered the little tinkly sound would be nice to hear while they were riding. There may or may not have been a story about gremlins, but one of their brothers mumbled something about getting rich selling the tinkly little bells at swap meets. But being stoners all they did was grin and eat. Eventually someone else saw an opportunity to make a few bucks, and started selling them at swap meets, rallies, flea markets, and such. Somewhere along the line the story about having to receive one as a gift for the bell to work was started, probably another marketing ploy. Our two stoners were left out in the cold as far as profits, but being bikers really didn't care.
One is an old Lone Wolf biker crashed in the high desert country when evil road gremlins attacked him. As he was protecting himself from the gremlins intent on attacking him, he threw stuff from out of his broken saddlebags at them. Finally he had nothing left to throw except a couple bells, but instead of throwing them, he jingled the bells, scaring the li'l gremlins off. A couple other bikers who were camped close by, came and helped him up, and fixed his bike. When he offered to pay, they refused, so he made straps for the remaining two bells, and gave them to the two who'd helped him. He told them story of scaring the gremlins off with the bells.
Another is that gremlins live on your bike and cause problems - turn signal won't work, oil leak, flat tire, etc. If you have a bell on your bike, tied down low, the gremlins are attracted to the tinkling sound. When they investigate they get trapped inside the bell, only to fall off onto the road. They then lie in wait for the next unprotected bike to pass by.
The last one I'll tell here is the absolute truth. I know the two individuals; one of them occasionally looks back at me in the mirror. One of them decided to hang a little bell on his bike. The two dudes were stoned outta their gourds and were diggin' on the little tinkly sound as they passed around some smoke while listening to Floyd. They figgered the little tinkly sound would be nice to hear while they were riding. There may or may not have been a story about gremlins, but one of their brothers mumbled something about getting rich selling the tinkly little bells at swap meets. But being stoners all they did was grin and eat. Eventually someone else saw an opportunity to make a few bucks, and started selling them at swap meets, rallies, flea markets, and such. Somewhere along the line the story about having to receive one as a gift for the bell to work was started, probably another marketing ploy. Our two stoners were left out in the cold as far as profits, but being bikers really didn't care.
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