The Old Biker

By W.R. Fisher

They call me Old Jake. I'm 92 years old. I'm a biker. An outlaw biker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: W.R. Fisher
• Release date: Aug 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301136988

W.R. Fisher

W R Fisher is an ex police officer from Cincinnati Ohio. He has served in all aspects of police work, from the road patrol to the detective bureau. He was also a member of the SWAT team. He is a martial artist in the almost unknown ancient form of Chung Linn and he is a biker who only rides Harley Davidsons. He rode with the Blue Knights out of Dayton Ohio and was president of the Choirboys MC in Hamilton Ohio . He considers himself to have a very good sense of humor, although maybe a little warped or twisted. His stories are based somewhat on people he has known and situations he has encountered or investigated over the years.

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The Old Biker

W.R. Fisher

Copyright 2013 by W. R. Fisher

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The Old Biker

My name is Harry Snitzler. I’m 92 years old. I’m a Biker! An Outlaw Biker! I’ve been riding for over seventy years and I haven’t changed a bit. I’ve lived in this Trailer Park for six years. Today I’m leaving. I’ve got four hundred and thirty two dollars in my pocket and Rosemary, my Harley, is ready. She’s got a full tank of gas, two brand new tires, and every time I go near the front door she starts herself up and makes little happy sounds out her exhaust pipes. We’ve been here too long. We’re both ready for the open highway. I don’t know where we’ll go. We may head west and hook up with the Hells Angels or we may head for Texas and look up my old buddy Chung Linn

I’ve never told anyone anything about my past although many people have asked. I guess my obvious age and appearance fascinates lots of folks.

I still dress the same as when I was in my twenties. Old Biker boots, muscle shirts, and dirty blue jeans. I wear a red bandanna around my forehead to hold my long gray hair in place and I wear a chain for a belt. My arms are still heavily muscled and covered with tattoos.

I haven’t shaved in over thirty years. I catch a lot of strange looks and stares.