Archive for the ‘Touring’ Category

Bagger Blues

February 25, 2013

Baggers are motorcycles with large storage bins or ‘bags’ on each side of the rear wheel. Not everyone likes them or wants them. But they are very handy if you want to keep tools or other stuff with you when you ride. Especially snacks. Baggers sometimes have a long, lowish look called ‘slammed’. Baggers are usually constructed from the touring motorcycle class frames. The older you get the higher the probability you’ll end up on a bagger.


Sleek machines with chrome so bright,

slip through the wind by V-Twin might.

But tiny pouches clip my style;

Back pack sore; another mile-

Got them ‘no haul’ bagger blues….


A ride that’s slammed, my crystal ball.

Gives room for snacks and tools quite small-

Balanced bags for silvered manes!

Relief from stabbing shoulder pains-

Got them ‘no haul’ bagger blues…


Absent bags on bikes for streets,

seldom seen with chopper fleets.

Yet bags allure for all your stuff;

Computers, covers, toys with fluff-

Got them ‘no haul’ bagger blues


East of Giddings

July 22, 2010

You’re a long way from home, but still plan to make it back even after a hard, hot day in the sun. You’ve re-packed for the four and a half hour journey, and the bike is full of gas and ready to roar down the highway. But you have to consider the risks of loosing light and fatigue, and the unfamiliarity of the road. You break the ride up into different segments, and take a short break as you gain each milestone. Darkness and rain will slow your pace.


At highway’s edge with shadows long,

just south of Austin; a full day gone of toil and sweat.

Thick brown pack is swung across the back,

must gently ease into a long ride yet.


Each journey starts with gears in low,

right turn away from western sun.

It’s east he rides to get back home,

but Giddings first; the target run.


A highway sparse of traffic now,

most folks have made their treks by day.

He speeds past fence and lonesome doves,

as cooler air is rushed his way.


The pistons pound, pick up the pace,

It’s Giddings now, the hours have made.

To take a stretch and move the bones,

A little gas and water in the fading shade.


It’s east of Giddings now, and further east he goes-

A wondrous place for those who care to ride.

Old Texas sights with modern tech beneath,

The highway straight and flat and long-

And thunder in the east; beyond the east of Giddings’ skies.

The Grecian Formula Rider

May 29, 2010

The financial markets have been in a tizzy lately over the value of the Euro and a spreading debt crisis in the European Union. What will be the outcome of the crisis and what’s the value of the Euro? Don’t worry – just keep riding. It will just take a few more $ and Euros to go anywhere or get anything.


Special suspension for a smooth ride,

as banks suspend their lending.

Footboards in place for comfort and feel,

Time-Value graphs – downward bending.


Dollars buy more motorcycles,

Euros paid but more required-

Touring on with saddlebags,

Exchange rates all are mired.


Greece is prime for riders true,

Bright sun and sea with history.

But pay their debts without some sweat…?

To most just history’s mystery.