Archive for the ‘Cruiser’ Category

Cats Don’t Cruise

December 1, 2012

Recently, it has been reported by the Internetzi that cats, yes, you read right – CATS rule the internet. I think what they mean is that cat videos on video services are very popular. However, cats don’t ride. I like cats and find them entertaining; but they don’t ride – period.


Fifth gear cruise past base beat louds,

surf the net through data clouds.

Looks from cats that can amuse…

Rest assured, them cats don’t cruise


Dogs will ride with tongues that flap,

Parakeets can ride with rap-

teddy bear in breeze won’t bruise!

but kitty kat too bored to cruise.


Share them cats on networks fast-

Entertain the masses now and last.

But cats on twins are just a ruse-

cause felines never paws to cruise.


Bright Rider Ballad

September 10, 2012

Some riding cultures have a dark aspect. But black clothes, jackets, and other accessories make you hard to see at night; and even in the daytime. I prefer the brighter side of riding for several reasons.


Dull helmet on a blacked out steed,

accelerating loudly,

inky jackets boast their deeds,

Pounding on, so proudly.


Others cruise on bikes that gleam,

cheerful blooms within the traffic beat.

Flashing bright the sunlight beam-

Gloves of white defeat the heat.


Safety is its own reward,

See and avoid is true!

Brightly gleam a cheery chord-

Reflecting prism hues.

Apocalypse Deluxe

July 27, 2012

Just noticed I hadn’t posted anything for July…
Many folks are concerned about the end of civilization this year. Solar flares, planet Nibiru, magnetic pole shift, asteroid impact and other catastrophic events. Since December 21, 2012 falls on a Friday – I figure I’ll hop on a leftover Harley Deluxe and cruise the open road. You don’t need to worry if you understand Psalm 23. I may even post a “New Yorker” style apocalypse riding poem soon!


Fear and loathing, time to prepare!

Rose-white Deluxe is tough to scare.

Most hide low, highways clear;

Accelerate in second gear.


December twenty-first arrived,

Panic packed and not contrived.

Speedometer, it mocks my idle stance;

Whitewalls rolling silver laces dance.


Tomorrow dawns another day,

Riders scoff at yesterday-

Twenty-two and skies are blue!

Cruising on towards Bar-B-Q.

Full Dresser Chihuahua

April 23, 2012

Still working this one… But getting close

First problem I had was determining how to spell Chihuahua.
What a sight! Small dog riding on back of Harley touring motorcycle


Wire cage dimensions small,
Perched high upon a Harley stern-
One loose bolt; would be a fall;
Chihuahua leans when biker turns.

Panting hard each red light stop,
Dries out in hot wind back there-
barking shrill at passing cop;
Gas prices he doth not compare.

Goggles do not grace his snout-
Nor helmet strapped upon his dome.
He boldly rides in rain and drought,
Jumping out at Java’s home.

Chihuahua needs to make the scene,
More friends he finds on every ride-
Cruising throne; he looks quite keen-
the quiet life – cannot abide.

Cruising All Parts (build)

November 12, 2011

Your motorcycle is a wonderful assemblage of highly engineered parts. Parts that are designed and intended to work together for your enjoyment and safety. Just like your body, when all the parts are working as planned, everything goes swimmingly! But when parts balk, or worse yet – fail; ouch! So you need to care for all your parts, and all your motorcycle parts too! I’m still working on this here poem so check back for updates. Here’s to well tended parts.


Frames bend around and under stress provide,

a curious experience – called a ride.

The wheels of metal disk or lace suspend;

by axels round with bearings race contend.

Enclose the wheels, yes tires often do-

Inflate and check you must; without a crew…

Strong grip to stop are stored within disk brakes;

Keeping riders far from their mistakes.

Big engines hold the power of crushing blows,

from pistons round which pound as fuel flows.

Fenders fend from soil and sand which fly,

while windscreens block much grit from tearing eyes.

So as you ride distinguished down the road.

Pray your parts recite their purposes – quite cold.

Easy Rider

November 4, 2011

The United States of America is in decline. In addition, some foreign money managers believe the U.S. will inevitably default on our sovereign debt. We have been aggressively running our social ponzi schemes and now all we have is potholes and crowded prisons. We have ignored life’s realities for the easy life now.
And you can bet your bottom dollar The New Yorker magazine will NEVER publish this…


Highways long and wide with lights galore,
No fees are paid; but concrete flows and more-
My V-twin gently rolls by countryside adorned in gold,
Big barns enclose machines of cost untold.

Coastal sand is cleaned by hand and weighed,
For leisure parents lay while children waves convey-
My V-twin smoothly rolls by suburbs fed with stamps,
Clinics full; insured by winks of grimy, liberal camps.

Cities of rust diminish hearts of hope; yet young-
Grey skies of shadows deep crush songs unsung
My V-twin glides by lightless streets and empty lots
Abandoned swings hang lifeless, honest citizenship rots.

America proud standing, upholding fake degrees;
Disdaining God for apples full of progressive honeybees.
My V-twin powers past empty pews with pulpits dry,
Of sermons lost on greedy ears and ever needing eyes.

Road Reader Rider

June 18, 2011

If you ride a motorcycle, you need to remember to read the road as a first priority. Because you are more vulnerable than a four wheeled vehicle, roadway threats like potholes or debris can really ruin your day. Motorcyclists must maintain vigilance and read the road with diligence!


On motorcycles lean and quick,

look you must; some spots are slick.

Scooters, mopeds, sleds and trikes;

inspect the road, when you ride bikes.


Concrete may be new and bright,

but potholes bite in morning light.

Orphan bricks may give you fright-

headlight beam to search at night!


Faulty asphalt placed by crews,

may feature views of you – on news.

Rain falls gently in your path,

while pickups pass with raging wrath!


To ride a curve takes strategy,

inside-out makes tragedy.

the slope and size, on entry know;

of radius, before you go!


Abandoned boards will slap your wheel,

and toss you off your hard won deal.

So if you ride a v-twin steed;

read the road – always; Indeed!

Rider Who Stayed out in the Cold

May 20, 2011

The 1965 cold war spy movie – The Spy Who Came in from the Cold –  staring Richard Burton; uniquely distills the caustic fear of ruthless enemies. As the character Control says; ‘We can’t stay outside all the time, we have to come in from the cold’. Wrong! The new Russians are just a warmed over set of commies. Don’t think so – try researching their political support of U.S. foreign policy… You won’t see much support. In addition, even the Bible speaks of the Russians. Check out Ezekiel Chapter 38 and 39. The lesson – stay out in the cold!


Grim design from grudges deep,

Clash red on white make millions sleep-

Treasures lost to hold our ground;

Roll towards the fray, is where I’m found.


Sputnik hurled high overhead;

Fear on fear; go up or dread-

Efforts spent on rocket speed,

Throttle up my chromed out steed!


Formations green of tanks on tanks,

German towns are full of yanks.

Fortunes spent to hold the line-

Acceleration – always fine!


The wall came down; and now we’re friends!

Long knives in sheaths, gold made both ends.

But cracks appear as money boils-

Osama’s dead on other’s soil.


The Middle East is next to flash-

will Moscow lead a ghastly clash?

Simmer on! this war of old-

My handlebars, I grip; still cold.

Convertible Command

April 16, 2011

Have you ever had your eye on a motorcycle that’s completely ‘out of your reach’ financially. No!? Well I have for sure! The new Harley Davidson Convertible (soft-tail family) is just about the most perfect motorcycle I’ve seen to date. Sleek lines, comfortable seat, BIG power, and just plain good looking. Oh, and BIG $$$ too! I may update this poem as it is a work in progress. An yes, don’t look for this poem in the New Yorker magazine poetry section either- the poetry editor won’t like it.


Carelessly it knifes the breeze,

conquers rolling hills with ease.

Asphalt flat salutes its reign-

sovereign ride for those who gain.


Big twin proud, one hundred ten,

throttle through the dragon’s den.

polished chrome on wheels so bright;

price tag large – my wallet lite!


Custom built up north you know-

King of Softails; seat real low.

Bags and glass can come; or no.

Convertible; a C-V-O!

Motorcycle at Pump Fourteen

February 26, 2011

Many of today’s motorcycles are throwbacks to styling of the 1940s and 50s. Things were slower and less efficient in those days; but many of us look back with longing for more of the human touch – instead of interacting with computers all the time. You would be greeted at the filling station under a painted gasoline sign by someone you knew. He’d ask about your family, while filling your tank he’d check your tires and oil. In the mean time you’d step inside to restock your saddle bags with necessities (junk food). Ah, the good old days.


Nostalgia haunts my ride’s design,

when gas was sold with painted sign.

Salute of cap then fill the tank,

the charge would never break the bank.


Attendants checked your tires and air,

and oil was viewed with special care-

A shine on tins and headlights bright,

refresh your kit, then cinch it tight.


Efficiency today is king,

quick stop with text or cell phone ring-

I look around the harried scene,

then swipe my card at pump fourteen.