sandshaker
Contributor
Two 90-year-old worn out bikers, Spider and Wolf, had been friends all of their lives and had ridden many miles together.
When it was clear that Spider was dying, Wolf would visit him every day. One day Wolf said, 'Spider, we both loved riding our bikes all our lives, and we have ridden every where together. Please do me one favor: when you get to where ever you end up, somehow you must let me know if there's motorcycle riding there!
Spider looked up at Wolf from his deathbed, 'Wolf, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll let you know man.'
Shortly after that, Spider passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Wolf was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Wolf, Wolf.'
'Who is it?' asked Wolf, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Wolf -- it's me, Spider.'
'You're not Spider. Spider just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Spider,' insisted the voice.
'Spider! Where are you?' asked Wolf.
'In Heaven,' replied Spider. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
Tell me the good news first,' said Wolf.
'The good news,' Spider said, 'is that there's motorcycle riding in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that,we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows its always warm and the wind is always at our back. And best of all, we can ride all we want, as long as we want.
'That's fantastic,' said Wolf.. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're the Ride Captain on Tuesday.'
When it was clear that Spider was dying, Wolf would visit him every day. One day Wolf said, 'Spider, we both loved riding our bikes all our lives, and we have ridden every where together. Please do me one favor: when you get to where ever you end up, somehow you must let me know if there's motorcycle riding there!
Spider looked up at Wolf from his deathbed, 'Wolf, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll let you know man.'
Shortly after that, Spider passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Wolf was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Wolf, Wolf.'
'Who is it?' asked Wolf, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Wolf -- it's me, Spider.'
'You're not Spider. Spider just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Spider,' insisted the voice.
'Spider! Where are you?' asked Wolf.
'In Heaven,' replied Spider. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
Tell me the good news first,' said Wolf.
'The good news,' Spider said, 'is that there's motorcycle riding in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that,we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows its always warm and the wind is always at our back. And best of all, we can ride all we want, as long as we want.
'That's fantastic,' said Wolf.. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're the Ride Captain on Tuesday.'