One frigid December night, an old-school biker was riding home from Mexico. His saddlebags held toys for the children at a home near his workplace. In the cold night air, he reflected on his good fortune. His faithful motorcycle had accompanied him for years on every road, never letting him down. It understood his desire to travel alone. Forty miles north of the border lurked a group of malevolent creatures, the “Gremlins” of the road. These pests scattered dangerous objects across the pavement—shoes, nails, tire debris—and created potholes. They swarmed to every accident and reveled in their destruction.

On a sharp bend in the road, the Gremlins had set an ambush for the old lone wolf, knocking him violently onto the pavement. As he lay unconscious and immobilized, the malevolent creatures rushed towards him. Displaying remarkable resilience, he regained his senses and began hurling various objects at his assailants as they approached. With only bells left as his last defense, he shook them vigorously, hoping in vain to intimidate the repulsive creatures.

Half a mile away, two biker friends were camping in the desert. They were chatting by their campfire about their motorcycles and their sense of freedom. They talked about the feeling of the wind on their faces as they traveled across the country. Suddenly, in the still night, they heard a tinkling sound like a church bell. They investigated and quickly discovered a biker lying in a ditch. Evil creatures were about to kill him. Thanks to their camaraderie, the two friends drove off all these harmful beings, who fled into the darkness.

The old wolf, filled with gratitude for those who had saved him, offered them a financial reward. The bikers refused this payment, true to their values. This veteran of the road then decided to cut two pieces of leather from his saddlebags. He attached a bell to each shoelace, then fixed them to his saviors' motorcycles, as close to the ground as possible. He explained that these "Guardian Bells" would protect them from the "Gremlins" of the road. He added that in case of trouble, they could ring the bell so that "The Brotherhood" would come to their aid.

A motorcyclist sporting a bell under his bike reveals what he truly cherishes: genuine friendship among bikers. This story is circulating among us. Mischievous Gremlins inhabit our motorcycles and cause various technical problems. They prevent turn signals from working, drain batteries, or damage the clutch, creating a thousand annoyances. These malevolent spirits cannot stand bells because they find themselves trapped inside them. Their acute hearing cannot tolerate the constant ringing or the confined space. This auditory torture makes them lose their grip and fall onto the road. Mission accomplished for the bell.

Holding a "guardian" bell in your hands activates its magic. Receiving such a gift doubles this effect. This bell reminds you that a friend is watching over you. During our rides, its chime evokes our deceased loved ones who accompany us in spirit. This thought underscores the danger of a simple mistake that could lead us to them. Honor the memory of deceased motorcyclists as they will honor ours. Their memory resonates with every chime of our bell…