2Wheeltips

Early in the morning when the wind is cold,
Riding without a windshield with freeze your soul;
You looked at all the gear that you have a hand,
Summer wear, fall wear, and in the corner stand;
Full-face, quarter, and a Bennie top,
You’re looking for something that the wind it will stop;
Common sense comes to mind,
Which helmet will not leave me blind;
You grab your full-face and to the door you race,
Without thinking you forgot your taste;
You like looking cool, because that’s your rule,
Even if you’re riding around LQQking like a fool;
Wait, wait PrayAsIride, now you are passing judgment,
From here on out I don’t care for your comment;
Why are you telling me that I ride around looking like a fool,
Who died and left you the fashion stool;
In the summer, yes I wear no top,
Because down here in Key West it’s really hot;
I have a six pack that I love to show,
It’s make a biker’s chick heart really glow;
Because my job keeps me in the Southeast,
My summer riding gear is only a two piece;
It’s a full-face helmet to stop the wind,
And so biker’s chicks can see my seductive grin;
This grin is seen after I take my helmet off,
But wearing the darn thing makes me cough;
My other gear is a pair of sexy shorts,
Made of silk and shows my polk;
Did you mean to say shows my ham and not my polk,
Because if you did, you will end up in 2Wheeltips biker’s court;
Shut up Pray and let me tell my story,
Because right now, I am in my glory;
Getting on my bike and about to go down the road,
And in my sight is a biker’s chick, looking bold;
Riding up to her and looking real cool,
She winks at me as if she is in the mood;
Can I ride on the back of your bike she asks,
She rubs my six pack and I feel a real blast;
Inside my full-face, I do sneeze,
Out of my nose comes a big breeze;
There she stands just looking at me,
Snot on my visor is all I can see;
I quickly lift my lid, to hide the sight,
She tells me she will ride on the other guy’s bike.

I am struggling with what to do,
Will I spend my Valentine’s Day with you;
I know you think you are the love of my life,
I had to go to BAG to get some advice;
I heard you say just the other day,
I am the love of your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way;
I have a confession that I must make,
I am not sure how this you will take;
I have an iron pony that I love to ride,
And I have you that are always by my side;
You and my iron pony are one in the same,
You both give me pleasure and both give me pain;
Trust me my dear; this is hard to explain;
Valentine’s Day is to be spent with the one you love,
It is like a heavenly feeling that you get from above;
Hold on a second, what is it you are saying to me,
If you are saying what I am thinking, I want back my key;
Brrrr, Burrrr, Burrrr, Burrrr, what is that sound,
Oh it’s my iron pony clowning around;
Are you saying that bike started up all by its self,
Making so much noise, I am almost deaf;
What do you mean both pleasure and pain,
That I and that bike are one in the same;
What can that bike do for you that I can’t do,
Tell me can it make love to you;
I really wish you had not ask that question,
You can learn from my bike and I have some suggestion;
You know what, I did not think you were that cold and mean,
Just before Valentine’s Day you are making an ugly scene;
I am not being cold and I am not being mean,
It is you that must keep your mind clean;
You asked me could my bike make love to me,
As if that is all to our relationship you see;
What is Love and I know it mean different things,
It is about intimacy that touches the core of your inner being;
You have a place in my heart that is true and dear,
Yet, when I ride my bike, there is something that my soul can hear;
Look, I want to stop the conversation, because my self-esteem is feeling low,
To have a person in my life, that better than me their bike they love so;
See there you go again, Why can’t this be a win win;
It’s either me or the bike, so make up your mind,
I want to know are you my truly Valentine;
Before I answer your question, some papers I have to show,
Promise me when you read them that you will go;
Go, Go are you asking for a divorce,
No, my love, they are papers for MSF course;
So you can learn to ride your own iron horse;
The love that I have, I want to share with you my honey,
So that you can learn to ride your own iron pony;
I love it when you have your arms around my waist,
But, I want you to feel the wind in your own face;
I love it when we are sharing a ride,
But, I rather for you to ride by my side;
Oh my sweet dear, I love leaning against your back,
I love riding with you and there is nothing lack;
There have been times, when I wanted to get my own,
But, I was thinking that you would take it all wrong;
I have been dreaming of the day, when I would take the course,
But I was afraid that you would not support my choice;
Year after year, there I sat, wishing the throttle was in my hand,
Wondering if you could deal with it like a man;
My dear I to have a confession to make,
And Lord knows, I hope it is not too late;
As I have ridden always in the rear,
My head has not always been clear;
The bike and you have both been pain and pleasure,
Because I always wanted my own bike and you beyond measure;
I was afraid which one; I would love most when I started riding,
And feel the middle of my heart dividing;
I must say you are one of a kind,
I got to make up my mind;
On Valentine’s Day let’s go to the store,
I want to purchase the pink bike by the door!

This poem might not be for the universal,
Unless you got riding gear for the holidays, and doing a dress rehearsal;
I hope the gear you received is safety proof,
It will protect you if you land on top of a cage’s roof;
Now PrayasIride start the year out and keep it uplifting,
2wheeltips wants to receive high ratings for the booking;
All your stuff is getting old,
Just like the iron pony that you sold;
Lights cut off, and heater too,
No food or money what else could you do;
A family to feed, to house and cloth,
No choice your iron pony had to be sold;
It broke your heart from within,
But it is your family that got to win;
I know in your life the iron pony came first,
You loved your bike until it became a curse;
No one could touch it, or even stare or look,
You would become so angry; it made the earth shook;
You took the rent money and purchased chrome,
And deep in your heart you felt no wrong;
Children grew up without a daddy or mom,
Because you wanted your bike to be the B.U.M.;
Up and on it you would go,
Rather than take your kids to the picture show;
All dressed out in leather in your cool gear,
Children dressed like rag dolls my dear;
Now PrayasIride, this is getting depressing, so change your tone,
To know that one love their bike so, that family is glad it is gone;
Wait a minute 2wheeltips, there you go again,
Jumping to conclusions without looking within;
It ‘s ok to love your bike and on it spend some money,
It’s ok to treat your bike like it is your honey;
The iron pony is a special fare,
You know you have been there;
The truth is you love or hate it—there is no in between,
The bike has a way of sucking away at your green ($$$);
A biker is like an alcoholic with an addiction,
When one who rides and one who doesn’t ride there is always friction; Maybe there should be such a thing as Biker’s AA Group,
AA doesn’t stand for Alcohol Anonymous—but Biker’s Addiction Group;
You see it’s the million dollars advertisement on TV and in magazines,
That chromed the bike out and set the charming scene;
Beautiful women, handsome men smiling and riding their bikes,
You began to feel that you got to live up to that hype;
Rote behavior is a strange and powerful thing,
People will jump on the bandwagon without knowing what it means;
So my friends pull out your money and grab your BAG and gear,
Biker’s Addiction Group—The BAG It is Almost Here!
Wait, wait, wait, wait PrayasIride, I am not going to allow you to get away with this,
Are you saying that we 2wheeltips are caught up in this midst;
We are attempting to get a million dollars advertisement for our website and magazine,
We even started selling merchandise to improve the biker’s scene;
If you play your cards right and keep your mouth shut,
We will even bring you in on the million dollars cut;
This Biker’s Addiction Group or thing that you are talking about,
Is something that we merchant have not figured out;
If such a thing is really going to be,
We got to figure out how much money is in it for me;
We talked to Tony, Dinah and Reggie just the other day,
We asked them, "what do you think about Pray?";
They told us they like you and to bring you in on the cut,
But Reggie was afraid that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut;
Now that you have let the beans out of the BAG, my dear,
We at 2wheeltips are committed and want to make it clear;
The BAG you talked about The BAG—It’s Almost Hear!

Well, they told me that it was too cold,
But they didn’t know that my bike was my soul;
It is something that only a biker will understand,
it doesn’t matter which ride is your brand;
The wind chill was dropping,
My eyes were popping;
Fingers could feel no more pain,
My mind was freezing at the brain;
There I was out in the snow,
Slipping and sliding putting on a foolish show;
I could see it on their faces,
Saying there goes one of those crazies;
In the winter a throttle jockey I am not,
Especially when my head get full of that pot;
Wait, wait, what are you saying,
Are not you a guy who is always praying;
What is this that you are talking about pot,
On 2wheeltips this is not the spot;
This kind of thing we do not endorse,
You are only publishing your poems by our choice;
Wait, wait 2wheeltips you have rush to judgment,
Without realizing the breath of my content;
All you heard and saw was the word pot,
And projected your private behavior on the spot;
Safety, safety, is what I am about when riding my wheels,
By no way will I advocate riding a bike while you are thrilled;
There is such a thing as cabin fever and you want to escape,
And you want to jump on your bike for spring you can’t wait;
That little voice that is in my head, tells me not to ride,
Outdoors where I live is black ice and for sure I will slide;
That little voice in my head tells me that it is cold,
But after I have drunk a fifth, for sure I am feeling bold;
PrayasIride, for sure we don’t know what to do with you,
You are advocating drinking and riding and smoking pot too;
No, no, no, you have it all wrong,
I am only describing what happens when you ride and you are stoned;
People do crazy things when they get high,
Many have had their life pass them by;
Doing this holiday season of the year,
Many will be riding while drinking holiday cheer;
Laying on the ground with body parts missing,
Saying to themselves, Why Didn’t I Listen.

I heard that the winter was coming,
And to ride my finger would be numbing;
A great decision is what I had to make,
They told me it was a sale, and I had to take it before it was too late;
Store your bike for a small fee,
Or do I keep my bike all winter with me;
They threw in a deal and dropped the price,
But I wanted to talk to two wheeltips for advice;
From the end of October to the beginning of May,
I couldn’t ride my iron pony a single day;
She would be warm and out of the cold,
What would I do without my soul;
All of my friends, all accept three,
Kept their bike out of storage, just like me;
There were days when the weather was fair,
And on the iron pony, with wind blowing in our hair;
I saw the faces of those whose iron ponies was in the stable,
They wished they had their bikes, but they weren’t able;
No black ice on the twisters in sight,
You can believe I was riding my bike;
If I didn’t have a garage to put my iron pony,
Would I have put her in storage to save some money?
She would have been out in the snow, sleet and rain,
To ride her in those conditions would be insane;
Which goes in the garage and which stays outdoors,
Is it my BMW or my tricked out toys;
Which goes in the garage and which stays outdoors,
Is it my pickup or my tricked out toys;
What about the poor souls, who are without a garage or barn,
Where will they put their iron pony, so the weather will do no harm;
Do they put the pony in storage, and there let her stay,
And cry within their soul, when there is a good riding day;
Do they take a tarp and cover her up,
While she is feeling abandoned and asking you, what is up?
Which is better, I do not know,
Your inner soul must tell you which way to go;
In the spring out of storage she will come, feeling like new,
But if you kept her under a tarp and didn’t ride her, she will be feeling blue;
Tell me what did you do this year,
Did you put her in storage, or kept her with you my dear?
Wait, wait, wait PrayAsIride, from 2 wheeltips, advice you would seek,
Tell us, tell us, did they give you advice worthy to keep;
This is what they told me to do, Just this one time, I will pass it on to you; They told me that this was my poem, and for me to write,
Whatever, I wanted to do with my bike.

Dinah had a baby, do you want to know his name,
Believe me this is not a game;
She has a creativity that will not wait,
She went into action before it was too late;
A true biker babe she must be,
To give birth online so that all could see;
Believe me she didn’t do it by herself,
She had some 2wheeltip background help;
Carol was involved in the birthing of this child,
Dinah thought about it for a while;
Please, please rumors I do not want to start,
Just in case her special other read this blog;
In her mind an idea arose,
It was a blog name: Write Like Some Prose!
She said when winter comes, she will write,
However, nothing has come to our sight;
I know she has a gift to share,
When she start writing all beware;
 I must tell the truth and share what I saw,
Prose written by Dinah and Carol that was without flaw

Bikers come in different sizes for a reason,
Because there are different biker’s season;
Some like it cold and some like it hot,
Some like it in the rain believe it or not;
Snow or the cold many don’t care,
Just as long as their bike will get them there;
I heard of fair weather riders and that is ok,
Each must make the ride fit their own way;
What about this biker’s seat that you were telling me about,
Is it something that I must buy, if so you will hear me shout;
I have seen all the brands and the price as well,
And read the tall stories from the biker’s tale;
I went on a ride just the other day,
It was 700 miles one-way;
My airhawk, I blew it full of air,
Didn’t follow the directions, I did not care;
25 miles down the road, I felt some pain,
My mind told me it was not the same;
I pulled over the iron pony to the side of the road,
Let a little air out as the direction had told;
I stretch my legs and bent my knees,
And prayed a pray that ended in please;
My mind began to think about Americade,
The vendors that sold seats custom made;
I purchased a backrest and it cost an arm and leg,
I started to purchase the seat but my credit card went dead;
I saw people spending money left and right,
I am the kind of person with money, I am tight;
Well I am on the road now and it doesn’t matter,
I must get to a place to empty my bladder;
Now that I have let out some air,
I can do 75 miles and my butt won’t care;
The next time I am at Americade,
A seat I will purchase, will be custom made.

Thanksgiving Day is here,
I have so much to be thankful for my dear;
I have a bike that I love to ride,
The road in front of me is my guide;
I am thankful for the bike I have to ride;
 Old or new and even used, I do not care,
Just as long as my bike can get me there;
Many times, I almost ran out of gas,
I said a quick prayer to make it last;
There have been times when I rode without safety gear,
The Hurt's report in my mind is all that I could hear;
I remember a time when I closed my eyes,
I went to sleep while on my ride;
 heard a sound that woke me up,
Just in time and it saved my butt;
I hit the curve in a tight lean,
Too drunk to know what that would mean;
I hit my breaks while in the turn,
The bikers law says, it was my time to burn;
Skin against pavement, friction and all,
Smoke coming from my skin is all I can recall;
On to the next bar, was our chase, and hurry
Breaking all the rules, without a worry;
Thanksgiving Day is here at last,
I have so much to be thankful for when I look at my past;
On my bike, I have done foolish things,
Some so dumb, it makes my head swing;
I am thankful for the good and bad,
I am thankful even when I am sad;
I know the Lord has been good to me,
When I review the foolish choices that I can see;
A safety check on my bike, I did not do,
Protective gear for the dogs and nothing new;
A helmet, a helmet what is that,
Each time I rode, I played russian-roulette;
How many hours on the bike in one day,
Construction zones all in the way;
Cages, cages and their left turns,
Look right into your eyes and make your soul burn;
 I didn't see him or her, is what they say,
There on the ground, I could lay;
I am thankful that it was not my day,
Not my day for me to lay;
All bikers must give thanks today,
All bikers at one time will pray;
All bikers kiss your iron pony on his/her tail,
Each time you mount him/her you are riding into hell;
You never know what the outcome will be,
Until you dismount him/her, and still in one piece;
To all the members of 2wheeltips,
I just want you to hear it from my lips;
I am really thankful today,
That the Almighty made a way;
I have my family and I have my friends,
I even have with me a memory of our sins;
Reconciliation is a must,
If you don't want your heart to stay in the dust;
"Burn rubber and not your soul,"
Is truly a biker's goal;
If you are not sure what you can be thankful for,
Maybe your pain is deep to the core;
My prayer is one day you shall heal,
The broken pain will make a deal;
The deal that it make, will seem untrue,
For you think that it can never happen to you;
The serenity prayer, you might have to say
When you say it, it goes this way;
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference
Happy Thanksgiving Day

A ride to no where, is a ride we all must take,
It is a ride with your bike as your date;
If this you have not done,
Trust me when you do, it will be fun;
How do you get started on such a quest,
To make this ride be your very best;
Do I need my protection gear,
Can I ride without fear;
Do I need to do my safety check,
I am ready to go, but not just yet;
You can ride alone or with a crowd,
This kind of ride will make you proud;
A tank full of gas, you might not need,
Stop dragging this on, tell me please;
Now that you have taken my time,
Not getting to the point, is frustrating my mind;
I have been sitting here all day, and wanting to ride,
All I can see is rain outside;
 I know that shouldn't stop me, for I have my gear,
There is a voice in my head that I can hear;
Now my friend this is what you must do,
Close your eye and count to two;
When you do this, click your heels,
And think of your favorite meal;
Place the image of your bike in your mind,
Take your left hand and rub your behind;
Bend over with your right hand and touch your toe,
In this position you are ready to go;
Wait, wait, wait, wait and wait,
You said this would be a biker's date;
A date with my bike and me,
Being in this position, I just can't see;
I want to use some unchoice words,
Maybe some you have never heard;
You got me all excited and even aroused,
With the image of my bike in the cloud;
When I rubbed my behind and touched my toes,
I smelled a scent go up my nose;
 know that I have inhaled this scent before,
OH, NO, what is this on the floor;
PrayAsIride, you ought to be ashamed,
This is not a game;
Are you aware, what you made me do,
 I am going to write 2wheeltips and tell on you;
2wheeltips will not believe you, and you will see,
They have placed a great deal of trust in me;
To you I did not lie, and did not say anything false,
Just think how much it did cost;
PrayAsIride, I don't think you care,
You took me for a ride, that didn't go anywhere;
You must think that this is a joke,
For being a trickester, you get my vote;
Listen my friend, the ride you have taken and have arrived,
Believe me you are there, and this is no jive;
Wait a minute, I kept my word to dare,
That's why it is called, A Ride to No Where

Today is Veteran's Day, an honor day to recall,
A Day when all gave some, and some gave all;
The freedom of the wind blowing in your hair,
We must give thanks to our Veterans for being there;
Being where is a question that you might ask,
Back to the history books for you is your task;
Freedom is not free, somone paid the price,
Sleeping on the cold ground, and being eaten by mice;
On your iron pony, do you ride,
A Vet has hump the load and many have died;
When you hear a boom, it makes you wonder,
But for a Vet it is the sound of rolling thunder;
Patches on your vest, you do wear,
Patches for a Vet means more than care;
Words can not express, inner pain,
If you saw a Vet's world it would drive you insane;
Families themselves have paid a great price,
The soldier who came home without advice;
Who is this person that has returned me,
It's not the one, that I was expecting to see;
You wonder why I ride,
You know nothing about pride;
The red white and blue, when I see it wave,
My mind goes back and I can see the grave;
Red is the blood that splashed on me,
It is still there and only a Vet can see;
White is light that came from a flare,
It was a sign that they were there;
Blue is the colors of my toes,
It remindes of the day when they were froze;
On my bike several colors you will see,
Each color has a story that tells you about me;
A spiritual injury that touched my soul,
The gates of hell I traveled in bold;
So what is this day that is set aside,
Is it to give honor to those that died;
Maybe the day that means more than that,
How would you know, if in my place you have not sat;
On the iron pony, yes, I do ride,
On the iron pony, I ride with pride;
On the iron pony, I just don't ride for me,
On the iron pony, I am holding a key;
To all the Veterans, past, present and future,
This is the day, civilians want to meet you;
Many of them do not know what to say,
Today USA is saying, Happy Veteran's Day!