Remember those who gave life for Freedom
Welcome to the 1st website
for the
Viet Nam Vets M/C U.S.A.
State of Nebraska R.M.R.
Please Support Your Local Viet Nam Vets Motorcycle Club Chapter
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I hope to See you at the Sporty Run Each November!
Photos, Courtesy of Ken Merchen , CMA
Check out all the 2004 Sporty Run pics
Thanks for coming on Veterans Day
Run was great ... Chili was hot
We missed you Brother .,. But you were with us in the wind
In Memory of Brother Sporty
In Memory of Brother Geno
FREEDOM ISN'T
FREE
Remember To Thank Your Local Veterans for Your Freedom!
Always under construction we ask for Your patience.
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The Scooter Club Song ... Ode to Sporty
Em A G ... Em G A
Crack your throttle open, Get your face into the wind
Ride like there's no tommorrow, this day could be your end
Em C Em A Em C Em G A
The reapers got a scooter club in the deepest pits of hell, The beer is brewed from the river Stix or so the story tells. He's on the make for prospects for this club that has no name, their streets are paved with brimstone , their streetlights tounges of flame.
Their engines run on belly gas from a decaying world above,
They dine on Hell made whiskey and lava roasted dove.
The reapers got a scooter club in the deepest pits of hell, The beer is brewed from the river Stix or so the story tells. He's on the make for prospects for this club that has no name, their streets are paved with brimstone , their streetlights tounges of flame.
The hell about this afterlife is that it's all a lie;
He keeps you shackled, bound, and chained to watch them all ride by.
The reapers got a scooter club in the deepest pits of hell, The beer is brewed from the river Stix or so the story tells. He's on the make for prospects for this club that has no name, their streets are paved with brimstone , their streetlights tounges of flame.
Respect your brothers biker and keep the spirit tight,
for you too could join that no name club, some dark and lonely night.
The reapers got a scooter club in the deepest pits of hell, The beer is brewed from the river Stix or so the story tells. He's on the make for prospects for this club that has no name, their streets are paved with brimstone , their streetlights tounges of flame.
there is another afterlife, and you get to ride your choice.
throughout the vast eternity, with a rolling thunder voice.
copyright Cuz89, copyright VNV M/C 2004
Motorcycle Symphony
G C G D G C G D G C G D G
The wanna be's and the used to be's ,
will turn a longing ear ,
to the peaceful autumn evening ,
music to the ear ,
shovels pans and knuckle heads ,
are playing in the band ,
while sporty and british bikes ,
join in the sound so grand,
it's a motorcycle smphony ,
a sound beyond compare ,
and it doesn't cost to hear it ,
cock your ear to the evening air ,
there is a feeling you will never know ,
unless youve ridden there ,
exhileration freedom ,
the wind blowing through your hair ,
these people are a breed apart ,
or so to some it seems ,
the muscled men with their tatoo'd arms ,
their ladies and machines ,
many a night ive chased the light ,
that leads me when i ride ,
the thrill i feel on my steed of steel ,
mere words cannot describe ,
so the wanna be's and the used to be's ,
will turn their longing ears ,
to the peaceful autumn evening ,
music to the ears ,
shovel pans and knuckle heads ,
are playing in the band ,
while sporty and british bike ,
join in the sound so grand ,
it is a motorcycle symphony ,
a sound beyond compare ,
and it doesnt cost to hear it ,
cock your ear to the evening air ,
september turns into october ,
winters on its way ,
and eveybody is riding ,
before the skies turn to gray ,
i guess i'll ride until i die ,
thats the way its got to be ,
cause i'd rather play in than listen too ,
the cycle symphony
Copyright Cuz89 Copyright VNV M/C 2004
Right Now
DGA
As i sit here with my drink in my hand,
I wonder if Momma ever planned.
I'd be sitting in this dingy bar,
Wondering where you are.
Right now
If I'd have thought before i spoke,
you might have been there when i awoke.
My friends all say the hurt will pass,
But now I'm passing time inside this glass.
Right Now
For each and every action ,
There is a force and a reaction.
The fight we had that drove me here,
Sent you off to who knows where.
Right Now
She looks down at her babys hands,
A life inside her mind she plans.
A doctor maybe he will be,
Or a man of law to keep men free.
But she couldn't see in her wildest whim,
that hand wrapped around a glass of gin.
I'm only glad that mom can't see,
the kind of man i've Grown to be.
Right now
Copyright Cuz89 Copyright VNV M/C 2004
This page last modified November 25, 2004
