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Bob Seger - "Wait For Me" Video
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Add to My Profile | More Videos I'm looking for a Nice Lady with a heart of Gold! Must have the same morals, values and be goal oriented. Must have a positive additude. No Whiners! Not just a Christian but a Godly woman. I didn't join myspace to check out naked women. Naked and sexy comments will be deleted. I love you all. I joined to meet some cool people. But I want a lady that is as pretty on the inside as the outside. Looks fade but the heart doesn't. You can be sexy with your clothes on. I don't wanna woman that'll show her stuff to everyone. No liars or cheaters! Yes, looks matter but the most is chemistry or connection. The right woman can make you, the wrong woman can break you. I like my women like I like my Hiway, soft shoulders, dangerous curves and slippery when wet....
Work when you have to, quit when you can. Follow your dreams, be your own man. Drink when your thirsty, whoop when your high. Love a good woman and Ride til you die! The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithful
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside,
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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THE LAST BIKER!The Last Biker...The old ones stand out now, their numbers dwindling down. They're sad loss to the American scene, these individualists with the worn down clothes, saddles and faces. You can still see them sometimes, the real ones, some in packs, not as large as a while ago, sometimes alone.The alone one is the best. One who's been there a long time, staying in the life he loves, never giving into a system that sucks you up like a vortex if you slip just one foot into it. He's got his connections - a few like him, that care for and protect each other. Hanging onto the only unique lifestyle left, like old dinosaurs, their faces are leathered and rough by forty, but their eyes still sharp and knowing.Some are gray in the beards and braids, some are limp in their step and some pain in the kidneys. Still they know that no other life is life, but merely a dreary journey into everyone else's monotony. He looks at the new ones, and then turns away, knowing they will never know of life on the road and of the women who can take it. Wild, loving women who'll hang in with them, because they love it too. Women with wild hearts and loyal souls, that's what's needed here.The new ones are shiny and young and a bit too clean. They're born into a system that has an iron grip now. The new one's don't seem to know and couldn't take "the life".I think it's a mystery, even to the old ones, why this life is theirs, but it is, and it's the only one.When the last biker falls, like the dinosaurs, the sun will go down on a breed of heart-of-gold, tough as nails, free of spirited men, who even at their worst, love what's theirs and protect it. In a worldwide system that is making all people as alike as manufactured dolls, the earth will be a duller place...when the last biker falls. Amen....
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Hell's Angels The Life and Times of Ralph(Sonny)Barger, Freedom, Ridin'High,LivingFree, Dead in 5 Heartbeats, Blown Away, 6 Chambers,1 Bullet-Sonny Barger. Street Justice-Chuck Zito, Devil Walk-Client Byars, Don't take your Dreams to the Grave-Jimmie Bratcher.
Jesus, My Dad, 81. In memory of Tattoo HAMC New Roc City Crew. So up beat, full of life and always having fun no matter how tried and wore out he was. Always kept me laughing. Tattoo will be missed but his memory lives on AFFA...