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I have to sell the Beemer.

Back in the saddle again.

Dear Joe;


I got to tell you all some bad news, I sure I have to sell the Beemer. Yep, I decided that I am not able to muscle the bike around like I used to. As a matter of fact the bike damn near fell on me.

I was moving it out of the shed and that’s when all the excitement began to happen. I took it off the center stand and then it wanted to lean one way and I over compensated and pulled it back and almost got pinned parallel to the wall.

Holy moly I prayed to myself, well the words were stronger than that. I, thought for sure I was going to be the new unlucky objet d'art in the shed. Well, I did my best summing of strength and some deep breathing, (huffing’ n puffin’) and I was able to get the bike back on its center. The tires need more air, so it did what it wanted.

And to make matters worst, I still needed this bike outside the shed on the grass. Another struggle and I had to stop for a pint of malted beverage to restore my dignity and strength.

Well, after I struggled with it I got it out and then I stopped for a moment and fulfilled my next move, while I was working on the project at hand.

So, to-day I went to the shop and made the arrangements and I am going to get not think about it or I am going end up crying in my drink, I don’t like salty rye and ginger, much, but you know you could have a least a couple to see if ….. ,.idiot.!!!!!!!.

So, any way I will continue this later, because it ain’t over yet and the “fat lady” has yet to sing. Man, tell you what, this pint, (I mix my drinks out to be a pint, generous pint, sure tastes “gooooood-”, I wonder what the neighbors are doing to-day?. Does your grass need cutting,…??.,hey, are you busy right now??.

Is there any justice left in the world?, am I so bad that I have to start losing my toys?, shit.!!. don’t answer that, I already know. No, one gives a flying shit, but me.!! Amen.

p.s. and no, Joe, you can’t buy it.!!. ‘cause I want a million dollars.!!

p.s. again: I, have thought this over and my son said I should get the bike on the road and he would help to ride it for me, now ain’t that a sweet kind of guy.!!. So, forget the letter I am riding again, as in “throw the saddle on the stove, we are riding the range tonight”.


 Later,Joe !!


reconnecting with the spirit in the sky



My Last Ride. Riders of the Wind. A tribute.

My Last Ride

My hands are clenched around the chrome bars.

The engine’s rumble sounds so sweet.

I, twist the throttle with my palms.

The world slips by beneath my feet.

The slapping of my leathers and raging winds on either side,

drum a beat of sweet contentment

As I ride this….my last ride.

Alone on my steel pony, to the heavens I’ve been called,

but fret not, my dear loved ones, I’m not lonely here at all.

The landscape now is just a blur, as tears stream from my eyes.

My bike and I leap forward, off into the calling skies.

I, hope, I, touched your lives one day and left a treasured mark.,

Now I ride on to FOREVER,

With your memory in my heart.

To the person who wrote this sonnet,thank you and if you read this and want to give us your name so we may know, you are welcome to do so.

Ride In Peace.
All the riders of the Wind.

To each of you my brothers and sisters of the wind, ride and let there always be sun in your face and a warm breeze from the earth as it kisses the edge of the heavens where you now reside.

Your spirit will be with us as we travel along the earthy highways and back roads recalling your laugh and the roar of your machine as we speed to our homes. Watch over us and guide us on our way.