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asked again.
"Are you Leah
with the Indian
Motorcycle." My
jaw dropped….
"Ya…"
He limped to
an old truck
sitting across
the parking lot
and came back
with his daughter
holding my
Indian leather
saddlebag. I couldn't believe it! The bag was a little beat up
from falling off the bike, but it was my bag!
"We found it along the train track back at the last town.
Being a fellow Indian biker, we stopped and picked it up.
We made a game of putting the clues together to find you.
With the sun setting and the heavy rain we knew you'd be
pulling over soon. We took the truck and decided to look
for an Indian motorcycle at some of the local hotels. We
drove through a few and just happened to see your Indian
Motorcycle parked here."
Looking at my bag I was in disbelief; not only had they gone
out of their way to find me, but they brought back all of my
stuff in the bag… including my lip gloss! When I asked
"why" Cliff replied, "it's the unwritten oath to help a fellow
biker".
Limping back to his old beat up truck he wrote down his
address and his number. "Come by my warehouse tomorrow
and I can try to fix the clasp on the broken bag. We'll help
get you on your way to ride the Million Dollar Highway" he
said.
Riding the Million Dollar Highway was amazing and
beautiful; but the true value lies in the fellow bikers and
friends you meet along the way, like Cliff and his daughter.
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