For those interested, here is another take on the Blog about Guardian Bells.
The story goes like this…
RIDE BELLS are said to protect the Rider and the Motorcycle from notorious road Gremlins.
These mischievous Gremlins litter roads and highways with treacherous hazards such as oil puddles, potholes and
obstacles such as boards and scrap metal. The ringing of a Ride Bell is a perfect deterrent for fiendish spirits.
TWO BELL STYLES, EACH HANDLING the GREMLINS in a DIFFERENT WAY:
With all inverted cup or open bottom shaped bells, the fiends are caught up inside the bell shape and ejected to the
ground below. Vaporizing a Gremlin causes a pothole.
GREMLIN DESTRUCTION INSIDE the BELL: Potholes are proof of vaporized Gremlins!
The rounded style bells ring much more loudly than the cup style and
are much more efficient at calling in the Angels from greater distances. Important, because
Legend also has it that the ringing of a ride bell calls an Angel to protect the rider and bike from any harm,
evil spirit or otherwise - no new potholes for Bikers behind you.
GREMLIN DESTRUCTION by your GUARDIAN ANGEL: Lets your Angel do the Gremlin vaporizing!
Bells are mounted as low on the motorcycle as possible.
It is best if the bell is gifted to the rider, because it's power is doubled.
They have been given many titles over the years including Bike Bells, Biker Bells, Motorcycle Bells, Ride Bells,
Protection Bells, Talisman & Amulet Bells, Angel Bells, Gremlin Bells, Demon Bells ... and as mentioned above, Legend says that if you receive a bell as a gift it’s protection power is doubled.
I have had them on all my Bikes and Myth / Superstition or not, I for one swear by them {anyone wants to know the details just message me lol}.
Obviously I’m not the only one who has had a problem or two while out riding, as I have seen an increasing number on Bikes that I come across in my travels. Maybe you never have had that close call or unexpected bike trouble, if so you’re one of the lucky “few”, as for me I have a "Gifted" one on each of my Bikes and I also carry one with on my key Chain.. Actually managed to capture a picture of one of these little mongrels lol A6
Someone asked very recently what a “Guardian Bell” was, and I of course answered his question. I guess I always thought that everyone knew what those little silver or pewter (or even brass) bells were and was surprised that someone didn’t know. Then I started thinking about it for a bit, and realized that I don’t even know where I heard about the little bell in the first place … and it seems it’s always been in my knowledge base for the entire time I’ve been riding. (Almost 30 years now. So for those of you that do not know what a Guardian Bell is, here Ya go. A “Guardian Bell” is based on an old biker’s legend / tale. It seems that going about our travels, there are little creatures called “gremlins” that enjoy causing troubles for bikers. They sometimes cause us to fall over, wreck, drop tree branches on our bikes, heat the concrete under our kickstands causing our bikes to fall over from melted hot-top, (even when no-one is even around the bike), causes our engines to stall, or even "break us down" with mechanical troubles on the road … miles from help. They cause all kinds of mischief! The biker’s legend is that to keep these gremlins at bay and stay safe, all one needs to do is to ride with a little silver or pewter bell hanging somewhere on our bike. The constant “tinkling” and “clinking” of these little bells cause the gremlins to become curious as to where the ringing comes from, so they put their little heads up in the bell to discover the source of the sound. Once they do so, the constant “tinkling” quickly drives the little gremlins crazy and they fall off the bell and hit the ground killing themselves. (That’s where pot-holes in the road surface come from. So when a biker sees a pot hole in the road, instead of cursing it, we should thank some anonymous biker that had the fore-thought of hanging a bell from their bike … causing the pot hole of course … but also preventing the gremlin from causing US trouble as we ride by the same spot. It’s just a silly and senseless superstition of course. (I have my guardian bell hanging from the handlebar of my bike in the middle of the risers and another one on the key ring of each of my two motorcycle’s key rings.) Yeah … I know it’s just a superstitious legend … but why tempt fate? Besides, there’s a tremendous amount of pot holes around our roads, and SOMETHING had to cause them! LOL!
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Ok, so...all week long I had been arriving barley on time to work, a minute or two before the bell for my 7 am class rang. Come Friday I decide to make an extra effort to arrive with plenty of time and have a chance of making myself a cup of coffee before stepping into class. My eyes pop open nice and early and I skip the 5-more-minutes ritual. I jump out of bed, get dressed in no time and hop on the bike. As the bike warms up I look at my watch and I smile to myself because it's really early and I just know I'm going to be the first one there today. And I don't mind it at all, I should arrive early everyday anyway, right? Plus, it's going to be a long weekend for me...no classes on Monday so I pull out of the garage in a good mood despite the hour. It's still dark as I head out to work. Being so early, traffic is light so lane slitting is not a problem. Upss!! I shouldn't have said that! A car changes lanes without signaling and I barley miss it. Ok, close call, but at least I'm 100% awake now! I take a quick glance at my watch. It`s still early, right? What's the hurry? I slow down a bit add decide to stay on my lane. I already had a near miss so, why risk it? Just then I hear a bang and the car infont of me brakes hard and turns violently to the right, then left, then right again and it pulls over. I think it was a front tire. And again...I had to brake hard myself and swerve this way and that. That's 2, third's the charm. I don't worry. I`ve arrived! I pull into the safty of the parking lot feeling a bit more relaxed and, yeah, proud of my reflexes. Now all i have to do is cross the students`parking lot to make it into the teachers' area. I see a car on other lane, coming my way and it seems to be invading my lane just a bit so I ride closer to the edge and put my thumb on the horn when BAM! The ·%·/ car turns right into me!! I go down. I`m furious!!! I haven`t even looked at the damage but I know my long weekend is ruined! And probably the next one too, not to mention that I was not going to be the first one at work!! I would have been though. As I sat on a curve waiting for the girls inssurance company to show up I saw all of my coworker and most of my students drive by. It was embarrassing having to answer the same questions over and over every time somebody I knew went by. It was embarrassing because it was IN a parkinglot!! How does that happen?? I mean I know how...I was there, I was hit...but it just doesnt make any sense. All the girl could say was "I'm sorry I didnt see you." and she asked me if I was alright enough times to make anybody angry. Well, good news is that I am fine, just a bump in my left shin. I've felt more banged up after a soccer match. The bike`s in the shop. She`s ok too. She`s getting a new shift lever and left and right floorboards, new right mirror, a new grip end cap, new heat guards. Like we say down here: Cuando te toca, aunque te quites; cuando no, aunque te pongas.
Ride safe and don`t let your guard down until you`ve parked and turned the engine off...and maybe not even then lol
Okay I’ll admit it, there began another “subplot” running just after the accident. Now, if you’re reading this and it already seem confusing, go back and read Part 1 here. For those who are already “in the know” on the what, where, and when that led up to this point, let’s continue. And it goes something like this…
But first a little background. A general theme that runs under the surface of any motorcycle accident is that any injury sustained will be more grievous and severe then if in a car. It stands to reason. High speeds and minimal protective gear make up for an extreme situation in accidents. Insurance companies are aware – very aware – of this fact. This is also why - when state congresses try to pass helmet laws – you’ll find an Insurance PAC somewhere encouraging its passing. ABATE is of course is a counter organization to the Insurance PAC. Its motto is, “Let those who ride – DECIDE”! This is why I support ABATE.
In my life time, I known 2 people killed by accidents on “powersports” vehicle; Renee’ A. Fitts of Colorado Springs and Kenneth Kehn of Elko, Utah. One was not wearing their helmet, the other was. I’ve known about 8 others that were seriously hurt in motorcycle accidents; of them - the mix is “half and half” when it came to helmet usage. Of the worst of these 8; all top three were wearing a helmet. One wearing a DOT “beanie” styled helmet had his left ear almost, literally, ripped off – and this - because of the helmet. Being honest about it, I can’t say that the lack of helmet improved their chances and the fact that wearing a helmet increased their chance of injury – except for that one case. But, again if I chose to wear a helmet – it is my choice. To quote Ben Franklin, “They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.” Now that I’ve “ranted” on this soapbox; I will state that I do wear my “safety equipment” more often than not. Besides this “motorcycle accident”, I’ve been in one other and that an old Bell helmet stopped what could have been a fatal accident. (Never Put Armor-All on Motorcycle Seats!) Often I’ll “gauge” conditions to determine what I wear. The accident proved that I was fallible in my process of examination and I know it will at sometime forward - fail again.
Back to the story…
As you know, I had a concern that the “cagers” insurance company was going to total the bike and just forego what I considered a “fair and reasonable” settlement for pulling a NADA “blue book” cost and forcing settlement for that amount. For a 1983 VT750C, this amounts to about $800.00 US. I spent at least 3 times that amount putting her to together in the first place. Believe me - my heart sank.
Then next day was the National H.O.G rally in Oklahoma City I took my son and youngest to the see the rally. Every type of year and model of Harley was there. Even Shadows, VTXs, and OCC bikes were part of the crowd. There was even one Harley that was so beat up, bashed in and tied up with bailing wire I could hardly believe it was “street legal”. But it was and that’s when I started to think about the man who would not let this beast die. It was an old panhead; putting is build date somewhere in the ‘40 and ’50, by my recollection of when panheads came into being… Was it that he had a love affair with this bike – maybe? Was it that this thing took him so many miles that it was part of him or her – more likely? Whatever, the reason – it was not disposable.
Then I started thinking about the tag you’ll find on a lot of electronic devises. You know the one, “No User Serviceable Parts”. I’m not the first one to say it – and won’t be the last – we have become a disposable society. My dad used to tell me about how he used his leather belt to replace a fan belt on a Ford Model T - he owned - when it busted. I remember this guy up town that fixed Mom and Dad’s Black and White Zenith TV. What do you do with broken electronics or appliances today; for most of us - we “sneak” it into trash collection receptacles to be hauled away to the nearest landfill and if we a lucky enough – off to a recycler – usually for a cost. Things once were repairable. Not anymore. For me, I wasn’t going to participate in the waste – it actually made me angry. When I get angry – I get stubborn! They couldn’t have Lil Tam! Whether they “worked” me over or not – I was once again going to restore her! She was going to live once again!
So, once again I began spend “out-of-pocket” to get what I needed to put her back together. But, thing were really sullen around the house– even my better half could see it. Riding and playing guitars is how I decompress after dealing with those, “I would like to choke.” at work. LOL. My job is not hard physically, but; mentally it racks up a toll. So every night, while “Lil’ Tam” was running, I’d rack up 20 or 30 miles just relaxing. Not much by some “long riders” standards – but enough for me. Now that was put on hold for a little while. For those of you that have read Robert Piersig’s novel, “Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”; you can understand his statement about how riding a cycle, “put you in the scene…”. This is what I was seriously missing! I was just short of depression. (Remember, you’ll never see a motorcycle outside of a psychiatrist’s office).
I was also concerned about “unknown” damage. I knew something was wrong with the “tranny” but, how extensive it was I didn’t know… And what if all my efforts to restore her would be in vain? The Mrs. And I discussed the possibility of this and agreeded that I would use the moneys obtained from the insurance settlement would go toward a “newer” bike – no matter if “Lil’ Tam” was restored or not… (God, I Love That Woman!)
A couple weeks went by and I hadn’t heard anything more after reporting it to the cagers insurance company. Called them up and found out that they hadn’t yet received an accident report from the Police. So, I rectified that issue, by obtaining one from the local “constabulary” and faxed it to them Within two days, they sent out an examiner to look at “Lil’ Tam”. She took pictures of her, asked about they custom parts, took copies of my doctor bills, and then we discussed the internal damage to the bike and about how much it would cost. (Now, I realize talking about how much “I thought” it was going to cost to repair the bike was a big mistake. Don’t discuss what you think it will cost to repair – get a good estimate – and leave it at that.). She informed me that I would be hearing back from them in about 48 hours. It was only 22 hours.
About noontime, they called me and “informed” me that this is what they were going to pay by “totaling” the bike. And yes it was NADA Blue Book all the way. I was angry, said something about unacceptable and “Lawyer” (Dumb Mistake – the “lawyer” card is one that you don’t want to use – especially on your first conversation with the insurance company! It normally put your claim on hold. Their version of, “Put Up or Shut Up”). Then I asked what about my doctor bills. That is when she informed me that injury claims were handled by a different department. I said, “Ok, can I speak to them”. She politely – yes, her attitude changed – transferred me to that department. I asked about the status of my claim. They said they hadn’t started processing them and if I would like to begin that process. I’m thinking to myself, “Why didn’t you start this anyway?”
It seems a number of insurance companies split their property loss from injury claim to slow things down to their advantage. Causes claimant to negotiate twice and helps them render a cheaper settlement by tiring the claimant out. It’s all about cheap and fast – mainly cheap. But, when you can force them to “tie” the property loss with the injury claim, you quickly “cause” them to reconsider their first proffers. Somehow, I fell into this procedure of tying the two together. The call ended after this.
One week went by then came the second call; It was worth it! Legally, I can’t reveal the amount involved; but, I will say all Dr. Bills paid, enough to pay cost of restoration of Lil’ Tam, and enough to get a “NEW TO ME” bike! And why, because of the little statement on the doctor bill – “Whiplash Like Injury”. Neck and head injuries will always bring out the big $$$. Hey, but by this time all is fine. All healed up and neck muscles are not knotted up.
Breakout the Craigslist, Cycle Trader, and EBay!
My search began on Cycle Trader, I found a 2002 Honda Shadow ACE Deluxe. On Craigslist, I found a 1980 Sportster 1000 Ironhead and a VTX1300. So the process, of elimination began. While waiting for the checks to arrive, I got the chance to review their individual issues. Dropped one because it had a laundry list of problems and another because it was a rebuilt “totaled” bike. So yesterday, went over to Preston’s Motorcycle and ATV in Enid, Oklahoma and began the “gentile jostling” that is the fine art of haggling. Got a “fair” discount. One can always wish a “fairer” discount. I guess I should say it was more a “compromised” discount. I could tell the salesman wished he could have gotten more and I most definitely wished I could have paid less.
So what did I get?
A 2002 Honda Shadow ACE Deluxe with less than 13000 miles! She runs like a dream. Has River Road bags, Memphis Shades Windshield, and V&H pipes. Have a lot of custom work that I’m going to do. At least, maybe, I can now throw more $$$ Alex’s, Kyle's and UWE’s way.
So, why the silence? I didn't want to affect the outcome of the insurance settlement by posting something here I might have regretted. To borrow a line from the late, great OKLAHOMAN, Paul Harvey, "... and now you now the rest of the story!"
And what of “Lil’ Tam”. She’s gotten me this far – and – she’s going to take me a lot further…
Our Ride Bells are pretty popular - they will keep the evil road spirits away. I got a special size version for Kyle 
Here's the rest of the group from the ride we made to McComb Mississippi.
I don't think anyone in this picture looks hungry. Not considering the amount of food we consumed :)
Sunny as all get out, Nice and warm, Clear skys.
I pulled out from house and another bike came up beside me and rode all the to the freeway with me. Talked to him at every light. He lives near me which was cool. He didn't know about site and needed some things for his bike. Bags and Wind shield. I pulled into the gas station and filled up. Another biker pulled on the other side of pump. When I started up he stood up and walked around and said "Now that is what a harley is suppost to sound like!!!" Then i said "It is a HONDA." "WOW still a nice bike sounds good!" He said. They have to understand that Harleys are not the only bikes. (Bike of the year went to a Yamaha Road Star) So I rode to return some boots I had bought for riding. SAY NO TO STEEL TOE! I came home and dropped off my leather jacket and rode with my t-shirt. Man it is nice today. I rode over and grabbed a coke from the local Taco truck. I am from the south and the glass bottle is the only way to have a coke. Called my buddy in Washington, and he was pissed overcast and drizzling.
I took a long ride after my coke, from Turlock to Modesto, then back. The sun is great! Ellaice sorry to hear about your Shadow. I have the same bike, and she is nice. When you get it all fixed up you will be in heaven. I will be putting her in the shop for a few days to get the stator changed out. I am going to rejet my bike as well. I am looking for bags and a new helmet. The Drifter by Bell is real nice.
To all those who were out today riding. Cheers.