The Legend of the Bell

During our travels in Florida we saw a lot of motorcyclists enjoying the warm weather and sunny skies. I’ve never ridden a motorcycle myself, but I have a handful of relatives with some beautiful Harley Davidsons and a penchant for the open road. In the parking lot of Solomon’s Castle I was admiring a lovely specimen of a bike when I saw a bell strapped between the fork (at least that’s what us non-motorized cyclists call it). It was small, delicate and spattered with a bit of rust. I couldn’t imagine why someone who sported a black and chrome behemoth bike, smacking of masculinity and devil-may-care attitude would attach something so wistful to the hulking vehicle.

So of course I googled it.

Before I’d finished typing “bell on m..”, google auto suggested the word motorcycle and took me to this page, where I read the following:

“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.”

I suppose the lesson I take with this little bell today is that maybe, just maybe, I should think before making judgment. Despite knowing many a motorcycle aficionado (my mother used to run with some Hells Angels type in her younger days) it’s hard to imagine these rugged, long haired, “others” may really be family-men, sons, mothers, doctors, or who knows what. They’re just like me and you, people who have loved and lost, looking for a little Angelic guidance along the way.

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3 responses to “The Legend of the Bell”

  1. That is absolutely beautiful…. We almost lost our Aunt, She was withering away because she was in desperate need of a liver transplant. I think she would have died VERY soon without a new one……. She just lost the love of her life. He was on his bike and hit by a 18 year old careless driver- died instantly. Crazy thing is after he passed away she got a call at 4 in the morning and they found her a donor. She was scheduled for surgery that day. Her surgery started at the EXACT same time his funeral service began. She really thinks he is her Angel watching over him.

    Wow…… I don’t even know the words to use to give this justice. My eyes were tearing up reading this to my husband.

    Goes to show a picture is worth a thousand words.

    I definitely have to share this with my Aunt.

    Thank You for the inspiration

  2. Beautiful! I have been riding for 40 years and just this past November 4 I lost my boyfriend, he was riding as he did everyday.
    I just gave him a bell in Sept. and it was on his Harley the day of his passing. I miss him and his sweet nature and sense of humor but I have his bell.
    Thank You For Showing This To The World!
    Darlene

  3. Katie you’re Aunt is lucky to have her Angel watching over. I’m just sorry his life was taken… thank you for sharing your touching story.

    Darlene, I have tears in my eyes as I read your story. I’m so sorry for your loss, but thankful that my picture can bring some awareness to others and help to tell an important story.

    Thank you both for your kind words and sharing your story. It means a lot to me!

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