Archive for December, 2013

Shakespeare Fuel Light

December 9, 2013

Since I continue to rely on others for ideas, I will ‘borrow’ from the old bard’s Sonnet 26.

The worst part of running out of gas on a motorcycle is having to explain it to yourself. To others you will tell little white lies like ‘the gauge was off, or ‘my fuel computation routine malfunctioned’ or ‘there must be water in my fuel’, But you know what really happened- burned out fuel caution light. Right….

Regret the thought-, to turn another road;
And stretch the liquid energy within!
But hence, perchance a lark will sing
And song will bring me to the pump with grin.

Tarred stone compressed for me to make headway;
As on black bladders I do roll-
RPM’s of torque do pull me hence;
Spying stations flush doth my eye troll.

Cruel fate, that drives me on beyond the range
Computed swiftly on the white faced dial;
Forlorn the sputtering doth softly speak-
Fuel warning light is dark and did beguile-


Fob Musings

December 6, 2013

First, are you taking time to read one of these poems everyday? No? Well I can hardly blame you…

The Magic Fob

Years ago when the earth was still cooling, a ‘fob’ was a small metal emblem attached to pocket watches. Today they are electronic and used to allow your motorcycle to start. Fobs are cool and quick, just don’t leave them next to a cell phone or other magnet based devices.


Fob so small and curvy smart-
Won’t you once again please start;
Electric process which begins,
Hot combustion pistons in.

Proximity you signal now,
Relaxes cutout quick somehow!
Flashes lights and signals small-
Warning teenage vandals all-

Pants pocket or cordura vest,
Hiding out of sight- request,
Acceleration while I roll;
Release the horses you control.