A man was riding his motorcycle along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He looked into the sidecar of his bike and saw a dog he had long ago.

He remembered dying and that the dog riding beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble... At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

He rode up and stopped the bike. He saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He called the dog and they walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.  When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven,  sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?'  the man asked.

'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

The man gestured, and the gate began to  open. The biker said ‘No problem, we’ll just ride in.’

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept motorcycles or pets.'

The man thought for a moment and then turned back toward the bike. After the dog was settled in, he kicked the bike to life and continued the way he had been going. After a nice ride, at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he rolled up to the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book....

'Excuse me!' he called  to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.

'There should be a bowl by the pump,'  said the man.

He eased the clutch out, rolled through the gate and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The rider filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was now standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the biker asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?  Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

Ride Live Love. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that motorcycles and dogs aren’t allowed in Heaven. If they're not, I want to go where they are!

Edge

Awesome story! Thanks for posting that ... brought a smile to my face.

Enjoy reading the Story:) Thanks

Very cool !!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for the story! I needed that!

Edge Great story I have had dogs,cats and horses all my life and a lot of them are waiting at the Rainbow Bridge if im luck enough we will all meet some day and head for the farm gate for sure. Webby

Like your beast. The dog is nice too.

Someday will have to chat about sidecar rides. - The only down side to riding is have to leave the dog home. Seriously thinking about a sidecar ride

Great story, Thanks for sharing it Brother.

Medic  

Nice read EW

Peace

thanks edge....sweet story.