Archive for January, 2012

Deep Future Riders

January 26, 2012

If you are a REAL motorcycle rider, you know of several esoteric riding issues that future generations need to know about. For instance, our riding prodigy living say, in the year 50000 AD need to know that once you exceed a width of 280mm on your back tire, your maneuverability goes down hill fast! Things like that… Old re-runs of Kudlow on CNBC won’t do the trick! So here’s a message to our far distant riding kin. Hope it gets passed along; except by The New Yorker poetry editor. I’m sure he/she will turn up their nose at this masterpiece

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Yes we had bugs, back in the day of acid rain;

Fat and juicy – hit your face with frightening pain.

Fix we did but quickly, this menace great!

Before our eyes a screen of plastic plate.

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Quiet creepers cruising down our roads,

Sneaking up upon – distracted texting traffic foes!

Install those pipes of shiny chrome and wrap;

Announce arrivals before an impact flap.

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V-twin motors burn the carbon hot!

AlGore’s global warming – is our lot.

Last winter was a cold one; don’t you know…

High test fill-up once again; then go-

Accelerate past Starbucks just for show.

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Rides Yet Undone

January 20, 2012

Most motorcyclists dream of riding in exotic or far flung places. Me too. I probably under-built this poem and may modify or supplement it soon. But for now… Oh, and just to help the reader understand; the first four lines imply the Sierra Nevada, and the last four lines riding Rushmore and northern Arizona. Ship Rock is a 1700 foot tower sticking up out of the desert.

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Snow capped peaks of golden hue,
Sierras vista breaks the blue.
Cruising fatboys over hills
Not today; too many bills.

Foam filled waves on rocky breaks
Seagulls soar for crafty takes-
West coast ride eludes me still,
Must flee the spouses iron will!

Canyons deep of monied towers,
Harried men of sirens soured.
Riding Wall Street is my dream-
Starbucks coffee, room for cream.

Badlands ride past men of lore
West is wind, and dust galore-
Ship Rock on a stout GS,
Back to toil, yes I digress…

Addicted to Ride – build –

January 1, 2012

Still working on this… since Weird Al did ‘Addicted to Spuds’

Salute to Robert Palmer of Addicted to Love fame… a small ‘plagerization’ on his idea

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Reach out your hand, the tins are cool,

It beckons hard; so you skipped school

The engine’s off, but it still screams-

You run away, it haunts your dreams.

Just one more ride; and then you’re done!

You live your life – in wind and sun.

You shake and sweat, your knees are weak

Another cruise, a cross town streak

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Paint of blue, and tires all black;

Of metals’ strength, it does not lack-

The signals flash, you need to turn;

In sunshine bright, the seat will burn!

Just one more ride; and then you’re done!

Too many bills, cut back this one.

You shake and sweat, your body aches

Another cruise, past streams and lakes.

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A V-twin sits, below your thighs;

Ride down the street, past longing eyes.

A roar most deep, the pipes all shine.

Accelerate, it feels so fine.

Just one more ride; and then you’re done!

You live your life – hamburger bun.

You shake and sweat, the helmets tight

Another cruise, then you’ll be right

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You need to know, your issue clear;

For chrome you long, at fame you sneer.

So when you ride, on highways far-

Of one track mind; is what you are-

Just one more ride … to buy a car.