THEY CALL ME MOTHER GOOSE.
TO BE HONEST, I WASN’T TOO SURE HOW I FELT ABOUT THAT NICKNAME AT FIRST.
BUT,ONCE YOU GET A MOTORCYCLE, YOU START MEETING PEOPLE. YOU PUT ON MILES AND SURE ENOUGH YOUV’E GOT YOUR OWN FLOCK.
DIDN’T EXACTLY CHOOSE THE NICKNAME, BUT I GUESS THATS HOW NICKNAMES WORK.
YOU RIDE LONG ENOUGH AND EVERYBODY EARNS ONE.
FOR WHATEVER REASON, THE FLOCK DECIDED I WAS THE “MOTHER” OF THE GROUP. ALWAYS CHECKING IN. MAKING SURE EVERYONE GOT HOME, ALWAYS KEEPING THE FLOCK TOGETHER.
AND SOMEHOW MOTHER GOOSE STUCK.
ITS ABOUT MOTORCYCLES. BROTHERHOOD. FREEDOM. THE OPEN ROAD. THE STORIES WE COLLECT ALONG THE WAY.
SO WELCOME TO MOTHER GOOSE.
RIDE WITH THE FLOCK.
— MOTHER GOOSE
