Seasonal Wisdom

There's a candle in my window

With its halo of bright gold,

Telling with each tiny flicker

Of the joy each heart can hold.

At this joyous Christmas season

For each passer-by to see,

Ponder on his way and reason,

This is just as it should be.

~ Ruth Scott Hubbard

Seasonal Wisdom

God bless you with the courage to

Pursue each noble quest

And grant this golden Yule will be

By far your happiest.

~ James J. Metcalfe

Seasonal Wisdom

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days, that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the sailor and the traveler, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home! ~ Charles Dickens

Seasonal Wisdom

When Christmas bells are ringing

The carols old and true

Of you, dear friend, I'm thinking,

And I send my wish to you.

~ Mrs. W. Baggott

Seasonal Wisdom

There is a Christmas song upon the air,

There is a joy innate within the heart;

An inner sense of peace, a holy light

Illumines life and sets these days apart.

~ Edna Greene Hines

In the Spirit of the Season - A Story

I wrote this story several years ago....but I find it bears repeating:

For years and years I too hated Christmas…too much brouhaha in my books…then I had a Christmas epiphany…no small feat for a non-Christian…but here goes

I always put huge store in Christmas…because I was raised in a huge family and I had believed all my life that "family" is what Christmas was about…My Father’s birthday is the twenty-third and my uncle’s is the twenty-fifth and as a child we always did the big Christmas/birthday celebration…but as time goes on things change and you discover that "family" are people too…and they have foibles…they mess up…and things never quite live up to your expectations.

In the early ‘90’s my Mother moved to BC leaving me to live in the old family home in Thunder Bay. My brother was newly married to woman that put the "C" in control. (and another word that I won’t use here!) She didn’t like cooking when I was around and for many years I thought it was cos she was intimidated by the fact that I have my chef’s papers…turns out she’s just lazy, opinionated and lazy…but that’s another story.

So Mom moves to BC, Dad and my sister are in Toronto and I am faced with the prospect of cooking the whole Christmas shebang at my brother and sister-in-law’s house. My sister-in-law has invited her whole family so I am cooking a 27lb turkey and all the trimmings. Two kinds of stuffing (one for each end) 3 kinds of salad and 4 vegetables, mashed spuds, gravy, pickles etc etc and top it all off with Figgie Pudding…(I’m from a go big er go home kinda family)

Five days before Christmas my sister-in-law calls me and informs me that I am "allowed" to come to her house for an hour between 6 and 7 AM to stuff the bird and put it in the oven…but then I need to leave for the day so she can have some "quality" time with her family.

Can you guess where I told her to put her bird? ~ahem~

So the Christmas dawns and I am alone. I am not answering the phone…and I am depressed….as my Grampy used to say, "I am lower than whale shit and that is on the bottom of the ocean! We are having a good old North Western Ontario blizzard and as I listen to the radio I am overcome both with the concept that I can’t get away from Christmas (it’s just freakin everywhere) and that I am alone. So I jump in my truck and head out to the local truck stop for breakfast. Somewhere where there’s people and noise.

On my way to the truck stop I drive past the Greyhound Bus Depot and while it is closed I spot and elderly man in a summer weight suit huddled in the doorway.

I drive by…then go around the block and drive by again. Something about this situation tweaks my conscience and I cannot get the picture of this man out of my head.

On my third pass I pull into the parking lot and lean out my window. "Are you ok?" I ask. This tiny elderly fellow looks up at me and with tears running down his face says, "I’ll do."

"Well no…he won’t do." I think as I watch him shiver and shudder. So I offer to let him in my truck. I’m thinking that if it turns out he’s got a gun…I certainly won’t feel any worse off than I already do this Christmas.

At first he refuses. But then with some cajoling and conversation he eventually climbs in and I take him to the truck stop to warm him up and maybe get him some food. He refuses to eat but allows as I could buy him a "cup of cocoa".

As he thaws out he tells me his story. He tells me his name is Sheldon Shepherd. He left Vancouver 3 days ago on his way to London ON to spend Christmas with his family. He was traveling by Greyhound. In the bathroom in the Thunder Bay bus terminal he is mugged…robbed…and knocked out. Because he is old school and won’t ask for help when he comes to… he doesn’t tell anyone, his grandkid’s Christmas presents are gone, as is his coat and wallet. He finds himself outside of the depot, the depot closed, in a blizzard with a lump on his head the size of Santa. Areas of his story seem lacking to me…but he’s got this lump and no coat and no money…so…

I am filled with righteous indignation and I insist that he allow me to call the police. They come and after all is said and done I find out that they can get him another bus ticket to London but they have to find a judge to authorize the funds and besides there is no bus running thru till the twenty-sixth. One of the police officers suggests that this sad soul go to the local homeless shelter. I’ve never been there but I know where it is so I agree to drive him there.

Sheldon is quiet on his way to the shelter. He confides in me as we are pulling into the parking lot that he’s never had to accept charity before and not comfortable with it now. I fully understand. I have never been able to look a homeless person in the eye. I have always been consumed with guilt and the thought that there but for the grace of all the gods go I.

In we go. My first impression was that we were entering a jail. We walked in thru the front door to be confronted with locked double doors and a "security guard". Sheldon is pulling back so I tell the guard his story and the guard opens the locked doors to allow us into the shelter telling us to "find Rick".

As we enter I am assaulted by a cacophony of sounds and smells….lots of them not pleasant. There is a riot of color and furniture and bodies everywhere…there are people sleeping standing up against walls and on the stairs and tired used old blankets clutched in dirty little children’s fingers.

Slowly as I become accustomed to the "ambiance" I begin to see Christmas in this room. There are bits of tinsel hanging from dirty stocking caps set jauntily over dirty faces. There’s what can only be called a Charlie Brown Christmas tree in the corner and there are new socks and new gloves on many hands and feet…and lots of the people that are awake are smiling. I don’t understand.

Across the room is the big serving window to the kitchen but I see no one on the other side…as I start across the room I hear the unmistakable sound of dishes smashing to the floor and a resounding "Damn it!" from behind the wall. I peek around a see a harried fellow, in half a Santa suit picking up broken dishes and muttering.

"Rick?" I ask. This frantic man turns to me and blesses me with the biggest gap tooth smile and says…"yup…hiya! What can I do for you?"

I explain Sheldon’s story and Rick tells me no problem he can stay here over night. He then turns to Sheldon and says,"I don’t suppose you can cook?"

"Why?" says Sheldon and I at once. Turns out that the volunteer church group that was to cook the shelter’s Christmas dinner won’t be coming because of the storm. Rick says that Christmas is always a banner time for the shelter food wise…"people assuage their guilt by giving at Christmas". The end result is that he has tons of food and no cooks.

"Hmmmmmm," says I, "maybe I can help"

Long story short…we have Christmas dinner for close to 200. Sheldon isn’t a cook but he’s a mean dishwasher and clean up kinda guy…and we recruit a couple of people from the shelter and we are off… We have beef and turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing made in pans instead of in the bird and spaghetti with sauce and chocolate pudding.

We have Christmas Carols and laughter and hugs and tears and handclasps from dirty little fingers. By 10 PM I am completely and totally physically exhausted, sweaty and hot, hot, hot… but as I turn to survey the room I have an epiphany.

Christmas is not about receiving the love from my family that I believe is my due. It truly is about the giving.

In any way shape or form. Sheldon passed away in 1996 but I still hear from his daughter Janice…once a year at Christmas. And that’s the best that I can do.

Seasonal Wisdom

Christmas is the happiness that lights our children's eyes.

Christmas is a song of bells ringing through the skies.

Christmas is a time of peace, of contentment deep within,

A time of love and silent hope that years will never dim.

~ Sherrill Thompson

Seasonal Wisdom

There's a beauty when it's Christmas,

All the world is different then;

There's no place for petty hatred

In the hearts and minds of men.

That is why my heart is happy

And my mind can hold a dream,

For I keep a part of Christmas

With its peace and joy supreme

~ Garnett Ann Schultz

Seasonal Wisdom

The spirit of this season

Is old, yet ever new;

May it be yours on Christmas

And last the new year through.

~ Ernest B. McClellan

Seasonal Wisdom

Carol singing, church bells ringing,

Once more Christmastime is here.

Children laughing, grownups beaming,

Hearts are warm with Christmas cheer.

~ Ruby Lee Mitchell

Life Wisdom

While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living. ~ Cyril Connolly

Realistic Wisdom....

A Realist is an idealist who has gone through the fire and been purified. A skeptic is an idealist who has gone through the fire and been burned. ~ Warren W. Wiersbe

Motivational Speaker Wisdome

It's been said that there are two days over which we have no control: yesterday, because it's a cancelled check, and tomorrow, because it's a promissory note. ~ Diane Conway

Famous Author Wisdome

How are you going to spend this one odd and precious life you have been issued? Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over people and circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are. ~ Anne Lamot

Motivational Wisdom....

I learned, when hit by loss, to ask the right question: "What next?" instead of "Why me?" . . . Whenever I am willing to ask "What is necessary next?" I have moved ahead. Whenever I have taken no for a final answer I have stalled and gotten stuck. ~ Julia Cameron

Anonymous Wisdom

All through life we must keep choosing. Destiny hangs on "yes" and "no." As we look back, it is to wonder what would have happened if we had gone the other way when the road forked. ~ Anonymous

Trueblood Wisdom

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants trees under which he knows full well he will never sit. ~ D. Elton Trueblood

Anonymous Wisdom

Time is like a movie. All people see it in its full length. Some people fast forward or rewind to their favorite times and skip the bad. Others are stuck watching only bad acting. Some people direct and all want to be stars but in the end everyone gets cut from the script. ~ Anonymous

Ralph Marston Wisdom

Don't lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect thet best of yourself, and then do what is necessary to make it a reality. ~ Ralph Marston

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Author Wisdom

There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all - Peter Drucker

Author Wisdom

"Always do right - this will gratify some and astonish the rest." - Mark Twain

Inspirational Wisdome

"Success is not to be measured by the position someone has reached in life, but the obstacles he has overcome while trying to succeed." - Booker T. Washington

Author Wisdom

By the time a man realizes that this father was right he usually has a son who thinks he's worng - Charles Wordsworth

Artist Wisdome

I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it. - Pablo Picasso

Work Wisdome

It's not the hours put in at work that counts, it's the work you put in the hours. - Sam Ewing

Wisdom

Usually, terrible things that are done with the excuse that progress requires them are not really progress at all, but just terrible things. - Russell Baker

Optimistic Wisdom

Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing. -Vince Lombardi

Smart Guy Wisdome...

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen. - Albert Einstein

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

Chinese Wisdom...

Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still - Chinese Proverb

Ancient Wisdom....

There is nothing worse than agressive stupidity - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sleep Wisdome...

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep. - Fran Lebowitz

Contemplate:

The first faults are theirs that commit them, the second faults are theirs that permit them

Life Wisdome

The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. - Allan K Chalmers

Political Wisdom?

There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all. - Peter F Drucker

Halloween Wisdome

Hark! Hark to the wind!

'Tis the night, they say,

When all souls come back from the far away-

The dead, forgotten this many a day!

~Virna Sheard

Halloween Wisdome

You wouldn't believe

On All Hallow Eve

What lots of fun we can make,

With apples to bob,

And nuts on the hob,

And a ring-and-thimble cake.

Carolyn Wells~

Halloween Wisdome

One need not be a chamber
to be haunted;
one need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
~Emily Dickinson

Halloween Wisdome

'Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.

~Arthur Cleveland Coxe

Halloween Wisdome

Where there is no imagination there is no Horror. ~Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.

Scottish Wisdome...

From ghoulies and ghosties

And long-leggedy beasties

And things that go bump in the night,

Good Lord, deliver us!

~Scottish Saying

Halloween Wisdome

Bring forth the raisins and the nuts-
Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts
Along the moonlit way.
~John Kendrick Bangs

Calvin and Hobbes Wisdom...

"History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices."-Calvin & Hobbes

Buddha-ism

One of his students asked Buddha,

"Are you the messiah?"

"No", answered Buddha.

"Then are you a healer?"

"No", Buddha replied.

"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.

"No, I am not a teacher."

"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.

"I am awake", Buddha replied.

Alzheimer's Quote...

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I forgot

Buddha-ism

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. - Buddha

Autumn...

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. - Albert Camus

Famous Author Wisdome

Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather; Ah me! this glory and this grief Agree not well together - Thomas W Parsons

ThanksGiving

Ah! on Thanksgiving day,
when from East and from West,
From North and South,
come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander
sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man
seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles
where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips
and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past,
like the rich pumpkin pie?
- John Greenleaf Whittier

Change Wisdom

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal - Albert Schopenhauer

Leadership Wisdome...

You do not lead by hitting people over the head - that's assault, not leadership. – Dwight D Eisenhower

Leadership Wisdome

It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse. – Adlai Stevenson

Famous Wisdome....

Fear grows in darkness, if you think there’s a bogeyman around, turn on the light. – Dorothy Thompson

British Wisdome

The real idle man gets nowhere. The perpetually busy man does not get much further. – Sir Heneage Ogilvie

Famous Wisdome....

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going. – Jim Ryun

Greek Wisdom...

When health is absent, wisdom cannot reveal itself, art cannot manifest, strength cannot fight, wealth becomes useless, and intelligence cannot be applied. -Herophilus.

Calvin and Hobbes Wisdom...

"You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help." -Calvin

Ancient Wisdom....

Good health and good sense are two of life's greatest blessings. - Syrus

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ah feel lak shit

ah dodn't wand do be wid fabily

or fweinds

all ah wand do do is sweep

dood dight

Wyzwmn has a cold!

Attention to health is life greatest hindrance. – Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld

Einstein Wisdom

The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. – Albert Einstein

Will Rogers Wisdom

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. - Will Rogers

Dalai Lama Wisdom

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. - HH the Dalai Lama

Calvin and Hobbes Wisdom...

"There's more to this world than just people, you know." - -Hobbes

Famous Wisdome....

No one, Eleanor Roosevelt said, can make you feel inferior without your consent. Never give it. - Marian Wright Edelman

Business Wisdom

Perhaps the most important thing we can undertake toward the reduction of fear is to make it easier for people to accept themselves, to like themselves. - Bonaro W. Overstreet

Famous Wisdome

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal. - Arthur Schopenhauer

Political Wisdom?

History will be kind to me for I intend to write it. - Sir Winston Churchill

Working Wisdom...

Accomplishing the impossible means only that the boss will add it to your regular duties. - Doug Larson

Famous Author Wisdome

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: "it goes on". - Robert Frost

Famous Wisdom...

The pain passes - but the beauty remains - Pierre Auguste Renoir

Lunachic Wisdome...

Stress Relief Formula

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Take one Helmet

Two Wheels

A Pair of Leather Chaps

A Map of the United States

Sing really LOUD

(repeat as needed)

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I never get lost but sometimes I investigate unanticipated alternative destinations ;-)

So Long, Friend

by JzyNails

The gypsy wind,

it called your name,

No time to say good-bye.

You left us here alone, friend,

To take your final ride.

The world it couldn't tame your soul,

You lived your life with pride.

Now you soar free - like the crow,

You're on your final ride.

Your memory won't fade, old friend,

We'll hold you deep inside.

We'd come with you if, we only could,

Upon your final ride.

It's time to say so long, friend,

As you take your final ride.

We'll keep you with us in our hearts,

If not riding by our side.

~Jeff Pritchett~

1957 - 2006

RIP

Morning Wisdome....

The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there. - Monica Baldwin

Wise Poetry...

THE REASON

You sit behind the handlebars,

while the engine plays it's tune,

you ride by soul, more than touch,

as if guided by some acient rune.

You think, as we all have,

you look within as you ride,

without thinking about it,

without thought for pride,

for true bikers dont ride for glory,

or for the rewards of men,

but for the simple joy of riding,

That's not a what, it's a when.

Like the tale of man an machine,

growing together old,

Something not understood,

by those not of our fold.

Or the joy of building,

a new ride and friend,

that will be ridden,

until the end,

of life or of the road,

for in this life we chose,

there is not a lot of difference,

between the two of those.

Preacher, 5/2004

Famous Wisdome

A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains. - Dutch Proverb

Motorcycle Wisdom...

The twisties - not the superslabs - separate the bikers from the squids.

Famous Author Wisdome

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid. - Audre Lorde

Famous Wisdome

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. - Abraham Lincoln (attributed)

Motorcycle Wisdom...

Life's greatest pleasures are the simple ones, like seeing the driver who cut ahead of you on the freeway pulled over by the police 3 miles down the road.

8/14/2005 - 8/14/2006

With respect...

Eric ...my missing brother...I spent the day yesterday riding in the mountains and remembering you...

you'd have loved it!

I spoke with some of our brother's and sisters of the road and we had a moment to remember "absent friends" in the morning before we left - we felt you there...in the mountains and the treesI thought about how much we miss your laughter, I thought about the way life has changed over the year since you've been gone...I thought about how often we reflect upon you and speak of you...

I thought about your children and YHe's -

Know that we are all well brother - just as I know that you watch over us when we are spending our days...

riding...

in the mountains...

thinking of you.

In memorium Eric Eytcheson

WyzWmn Has Left the Building....

should be back bright and early on the 16th
ya'll behave while I'm gone

Motorcycle Wisdom...

You gotta be smart enough to understand the rules of motorcycling, and dumb enough to think the games important.

Motorcycle Wisdom...

-If the countryside seems boring, stop, get off your bike, and go sit in the ditch long enough to appreciate what was here before the asphalt came.

Famous Author Wisdome

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. - Mark Twain

Motorcycle Wisdom...

Safety is a cheap and effective insurance policy. ~Author Unknown

I'm Tickled Pickle!

the VOD drove me up to Qualicum today to Doug n Mary Rhyorchuk's to pick up the Pickle - upon arriving I was met by our PO Doug who'd decided to ride around the block with 9 or 30 times to make sure all the kinks were out....

as I was gearing up for the first time since the July long weekend - I pulled a total Karen and suggested that I might need gas to which the PO announced that I shouldn't as he'd filled it up prior to taking it over to Doug R's house...so we geared up and headed out - I'm having fun with the new clutch - it's one o them on or off and no in between - but I'll get used to it :o)

We went up to Coombs and Doug stopped at the Army Surplus to buy something and surprise surprise were joined by 468 for a brief chin wag before Doug and I headed to Nanaimo for lunch

just as we were about to turn off the highway to go into town the Pickle stalled dead and wouldn't go no how - I coasted over to the side of the road and Doug and I commenced to figurin what it could be....we puzzled for a bit and then low and behold Doug exclaims..."I think yer outta gas"...and I was....Doug slapped his forehead as he remembered that Doug H has put 1000 kms on the motor to break it in - so of course it needs gas...and me -- I'm such a freakin girl - I didn't even look (you'd have think I learned that lesson last fall when that kid said "sure...yer oil's fine lady)

I haven't laughed that hard in a long time - and while I was laughing 180 pulled in for a visit - so they waited for me while Doug went for gas....while we were waiting Little Quicky and Slyboy stopped for a hug on their way up island for a romantic brunch for their Anniversary (HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LYNN AND LEN!) and then Rake stopped by for a hug n a chin wag too!

Doug came back with gas and then he and I and Jeff (Muttly) went for lunch and a chin wag - when we were done we rode with Doug to Ladysmith where he stopped for a visit and Muttly to Mill Bay where he stopped for a visit and then on home over the Hat...just like an adult - all by my own self

I cannot tell you how good it felt!!!!

the only down side for the day was hitting that paving on Helmecken at 50k and my new fender snapped off. Apparently that trike just doesn't want a fender...and that's it....but hell - I'll worry about that when the rain comes :o)

Once again I need to thank Doug Coval - instigator extraordinaire, Doug Rhyorchuk mechanic extraordinaire (who popped a wheelie on the Pickle and scared himself silly!) and Muttly painting dude extraordinaire! Words cannot express my heartfelt thanks.

YAAAAAAAAAFREAKINHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Lookout Princeton - here we come!!!!!!!!!

Motorcycle Wisdom

Life is too short for traffic. ~Dan Bellack

Biker Alphabet

A is for A**holes, you dodge on the street.
B is for Bi**hes, they're looking so sweet.
C is for Chrome, the Biker's sunshine of life.
D is for Dancers, your M/C bro's wife.
E is for Evo, the new special breed.
F is for Fatboy, built low for great speed.
G is for Glide, Wide, Electra and Dyna.
H is for Harley, that hot steel vagina.
I is for Iso, the pegs for your scoot.
J is for Jerk Offs, you give them your boot.
K is for K Model, bike of yesteryear.
L is for Liquor, the booze and the beer.
M is for Money, to go party in town.
N is for (K)'Nuckles, used to (k)'nock a**holes down.
O is for Old Lady, who sweetens your bed.
P is for P**sy, no more need be said.
Q is for Quick, it's how you getaway.
R is for Roadrash, let's hope none today.
S is for Softail, the bike slung so low.
T is for Tires, they make your bike go.
U is for Up Yours, you say to some jerk.
V is for V-Twin, that rolling artwork.
W is for Wide Glide, that beefy front end.
X is for X-Ray, for when you're on the mend.
Y is for Young Bimbos, that ride on your scoot.
Z is for Zero, like when you're out of loot.

Motorcycle Wisdom

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs. ~Author Unknown

Life Wisdome...

A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found such an one hath found a treasure. - Ecclesiasticus 6:14

the most amazing day...

I've had the most amazing day...my brother of the road (brother from a different mother) has given the Pickle a new life!

and I've had a surprise b'day party....

the list as I remember it...and keep in mind here that I know nothing about nuttin technical....
I have a new clutch, and a new motor (like brand new right outta the Christmas wrapping only got 0 KM's on it), new speakers, new speaker covers, new running lights on the hubs, new HD mirrors, new upholstery front and back - new electrics wiring and ignition and stuff - something about the old stuff being half 6V and half 12V....signal lights that work - and brand new black exhaust...the roll bars and all the rusty chrome stuff (like the box latches and the supports etc under the trunk and the signal light housings have all been painted in some handy dandy, one step below powder coating....black...shiny and brand new....

I'm sure that I've forgotten something - but our new PO is bound to remind me :o)

once they're all done - I think that the fiberglass body and the transmission is original...everything else has been "fixed up"

can you believe it? I can just barely.....

wanna see pictures? how about even more pictures?

Life Wisdome...

Born to be wild -- live to outgrow it. - Doug Horton

Motorcycle Wisdom...

Your motorcycle will let you know if something is wrong.

The Answers....

(1) 1954 (2) 1952 (3) K model (4) 45" Flathead (5) XA (experimental Army) (6) S-125 (7) '48-'49 (8) 1960 (9) '77-'78 (10) 1903 (11) '91 Fat Boy (12) 1925 (13) Hint: it's American (14) 1909 (15) Late '35 (16) 1941 (17) 1947 (18) 1949 (19) 1969 (20) 1965 (21) FLs (by 1 year) (22) 1957 (23) Late '79 (24) 1940 (25) Bill Harley (26) Shovelhead, 19 years (27) 1977 (28) FLT (29) 1971 (30) Aermacchi

So Ya Think Ya Know Harleys?

I'll post the questions today
and the answers tomorrow....

(1) What year were the 50th Anniversary emblems on all H-Ds?
(2) What year was the first foot shift Big Twin?
(3) From what model did the Sportster evolve (same frame & bottom end)?
(4) What engine was produced the most consecutive years (in the world)?
(5) What was Harley's shaft-drive model called?
(6) What Harley motor was an exact duplicate of a German DKW motor?
(7) What years did Panheads use springer front ends?
(8) What year was the Topper scooter introduced?
(9) During what years was the XLCR Cafe Racer made?
(10) What was the first year for belt drive on a Harley?
(11) What year and model H-D did Arnold Schwarzenegger ride in Terminator II?
(12) What year were the first teardrop tanks on Harleys?
(13) What is the largest-selling brand of motorcycle in America?
(14) In what year was Harley's first V-Twin manufactured?
(15) What year was the first 80 cubic inch motor offered by Harley?
(16) What was the first year for the 74 cubic inch OHV Harley motor?
(17) In what year did the Tombstone taillight debut?
(18) What was the first year for fork locks on Big Twins?
(19) When did Harley merge with AMF?
(20) When did Big Twins switch from 6 to 12 volts?
(21) Which got the first disc brake, FLs, FXs or XLs?
(22) What was the last year for the Big Twin rigid frame?
(23) When were the first rubber mount Harleys sold?
(24) When were the "knife and fork" connecting rods reversed?
(25) Who designed the springer front end?
(26) Which was made the longest, Knucklehead, Panhead, Shovelhead or Evo?
(27) What year was the first Low Rider?
(28) Which came first, the FXR or the FLT?
(29) What year was the first Super Glide?
(30) Who was the Italian company that made the "little" Harleys?

Old Biker Wisdome...

Motorcycles don't get you pregnant. - courtesy of Old Guy's Place...

Motorcycle Wisdom...

Motorcycles never develop spare tires....but riders do!

Motorcycle Wisdom...

You will not feel the need to go to the restroom until after you have put on your rainsuit.

Famous Author Wisdome

God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players,
to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room,
with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules,
and who smiles all the time.

~Terry Pratchett, "Good Omens"

Famous Wisdome

When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. - Alexander Graham Bell

Computer Wisdome

Why is it drug addicts and computer afficionados are both called users? - Clifford Stoll

She's Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

what a freakin week
no car
no trike
and no computer

well
that's my 3 eh?
my friend has loaned me his mail server to use until I get something else set up
so I'm on line

but I've still lost everything
no links
no tunes
and no data files
I've successfully lost
everything I have written
in the lastfour years

I am depressed at my stupidity
it's not like I wasn't aware
of what could happen
~sheeesh~
I don't even have a copy
of my resume!
.......

ok
back to our regular scheduled programing
bright and early
tomorrow!

Wyzwmn has left the building

Due to a computer crash (take my advice and backup backup backup) I will be offline for a few days - soon as I get old pokey on line again I'll be back - In the interim ya'll Ride Safe!

Cartoon Wisdom

"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."Bill Watterson (1958 - ), cartoonist, "Calvin and Hobbes"

Motorcycle Wisdom

Riding a motorcycle isn't dangerous. Crashing one is.

Famous Motorcycle Wisdom...

If you push the bars left, the bike goes left. If you push the bars right, the bike goes right. That is, unless you continue pushing the bars all the way, then the bike will go down.

The Boomer’s Torment

It’s Monday,
gotta get back to it,
In my office looking at spreadsheets.
I hear way down on the street,
That rumbling engine roar,
My heart skips a beat.
It’d be nice to go.

It’s Tuesday,
pressure getting hot,
Talking to the CEO,
who listens to me.
Off in the distance,
some bro goes by,
He’s free to make that blessed noise.
My heart quickens its pace.
Can’t wait to go.

It’s Wednesday,
right in the thick of it,
In a lunch time meeting of forty.
Jonesy blasts out from the garage,
Concussive sound shattering the air.
My heart goes racing.
I’m dieing to go!

It’s Thursday,
I’m getting tired of it!
My assistant briefing me on schedules.
A leather-clad takes a look at the city,
The bellow bouncing off the buildings.
My heart slams in my chest.
Man! I gotta go!

It’s Friday,
wear my gear to work!
Pouring over quarterly sales reports,
I see four guys go by below,
The thunder heard above the traffic.
My heart roaring in my ears.
Hell with it!
Time to go!

Cynthia Philippi

Wisdom

Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality, if you can dream it, you can make it so. - Sunflower

by Definition

Integrity:

1. Steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code.
2. The state of being unimpaired; soundness.
3. The quality or condition of being whole or undivided; completeness

Respect:

1. To feel or show deferential regard for; esteem.
2. To avoid violation of or interference with: respect the speed limit.
3. To relate or refer to; concern.

Friendship:

1. The quality or condition of being friends.
2. A friendly relationship: formed many new friendships over the summer.
3. Friendliness; good will: a policy of friendship toward other nations.

Brotherhood:

1. The state or relationship of being brothers.
2. Fellowship.
3. An association of men, such as a fraternity or union, united for common purposes.
4. All the members of a profession or trade.

so what's so hard to understand?

Famous Wisdome

Remember, no man is a failure who has friends. - It's A Wonderful Life

Biker Wisdoms

A 'good' ride is one you can walk away from. A 'great' ride is one you can walk away from and still be able to use the bike again.

Every ride is optional.

If you push the bars left, the bike goes left. If you push the barsright, the bike goes right. That is, unless you continue pushing the barsall the way, then the bike will go down.

Riding a motorcycle isn't dangerous. Crashing one is.

It's always better to be on the sidelines wishing you were on the trackthan on the track wishing you were on the sidelines.

The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.

The rear wheel is just a big fan on back of the bike used to keep therider cool and his/her butt relaxed. Going into a corner too fast andslamming on the rear brake causes the "fan" to abruptly stop. When thishappens you can actually see the rider start sweating and his/her buttbecome tense.

When in doubt slow down. No one has ever hit anything too slowly.

Always learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough tomake them all yourself.

You'll know you've left the sidestand down when all left turn areBat-turns and you'll know you've left the centerstand down when you're in1st gear at 4000 rpm, going nowhere.

Never let a motorcycle take you somewhere your brain didn't get to atleast three seconds earlier.

Always try to keep the number of times you put your sidestand down equalto the number of times you put the sidestand up.

There are two simple rules for riding smoothly and fast in snow and onice. Unfortunately nobody knows what they are.

You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. Thetrick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.

If all you can see in your mirrors is sparks and all you can hear isscreaming from your passenger, things may not be as they should be.

In the ongoing battle between objects made of metal, rubber andfibreglass going 100+ miles per hour and the ground going zero miles perhour, the ground has yet to lose.(Same goes for cars, large trucks, and animals taller than you. Draws don'tcount.)

Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, experience usuallycomes from bad judgment.

Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.

Remember, gravity and centrifugal force are not just good ideas. They'relaws and are not subject to appeal.

The two most useless things to a rider are the braking distance behindyou and nine-tenths of a second ago.

~anonymous~

Anonymous Wisdom

Learning to ride at 41 is better than never learning to ride at all! ~anonymous

Famous Motorcycle Wisdom

A motorcycle functions entirely in accordance with the laws of reason, and a study of the art of motorcycle maintenance is really a miniature study of the art of rationality itself. ~Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Wind Dance

For the Wind is a demonstrative mistress.
She'll show that which you crave to see.
She''ll manufacture delusions of grandeur.
Spin illusions, make you think you are free.

Mirages she'll dangle for your pleasure.
Sweet lies she'll whisper to your soul.
Jealously she'll snatch times of your leisure,
Baiting, waiting to exert her control.

You've lived with this bitch, this surreal witch, the Wind Vixen, serving up tasty dreams.
Your scooter, it sings, like Pegasus' wings, as you commune with her rantings, her screams.
You've chosen a road, the Wind, her abode, she opens and gives you full reign.
In your mind you're in charge, taking names, living large, to you the equation's so plain.
It doesn't take long, her lullabye song, seduces you into that highway trance.
Your engine's husky drone, such an obedient clone, you twirl in this exotic WIND DANCE.

Not waiting to dither, "Brave warrior, come hither!", soprano voices, angelic, you hear.
Your heart leaps at last, as when tied to the mast, brave Ulysses, his spirit did cheer,
With the sweet sirens song, the Wind carried along, to deposit in the purse of his ear.Biker's passion you bring, born to hear the wind sing, life you know must be lived in high gear.
Bravely onward to your goal, past the reef and the shoals, you approach your objective, briefly glance,
Up into the Wind, it knows where you've been, it knows you're coming to the WIND DANCE

You carry life's load, up this steep mountain road, the Wind gamely assists from behind.
She caresses your face, makes your heart's engine race, keeping time with the beat in your mind.
The hawg 'tween your legs, your boots on the foot pegs, anchors you to reality's plight.
But your mind's moving on, to that limbo it's gone, she calls "Your valor's earned my respite".
The throttle you twist, with leather bound wrist, to hasten your gamble, life's great chance.
She's driving you on, your bike chugs along, as you promenade, partnered in this WIND DANCE

The Wind so sublime, as higher you climb, taking note of the cliffs to your right.
This thin mountain road, the air turning cold, like the heart of your mistress so tight.
Phantom dominatrix controlling, road twisting, rolling, wind gusts send you careening toward the edge.
Guard rails defend, as the Wind tries to send, you hurtling over the ledge.
That fickle Wind bitch, in your brief mental hitch, thought the time was right, here was her chance.
In her soul-lust, her greed, she took over the lead, waltzing you in her poison WIND DANCE.

Realizing she tried, you pull off to the side, surveying the damage to your sled.
Your leg bears the bruise, souvenir of your cruise, against the steel of the rail, now stained red.
Yourself you quickly nurse, you decide you've had worse, you curse the Wind, yelling, you chastise.
But the wind she dies down, surplanting your frown, soothing you with unseen sultry eyes.
Like a knight's been un-horsed, you get right back on course, tell the squire to "Fetch one more lance!".
This joust has yet to end, your honor you'll defend, in this mazurka of danger, WIND DANCE.

Your trusty iron steed, with no gas or oil bleed, is ready to try yet again.
That noble Softail, you it never shall fail, prepares to re-engage with a yen.
Its soul mimics yours, the long rides, the tours, you've taken together, this bond,
Can never be broke, though the Wind might evoke, trepidation, hesitation from beyond.
Your spirit so strong, it sings right along, with the tune which, in your mind, now does prance.
Seeger's TURN THE PAGE, heard while passing a cage, accompanies you in this whirling WIND DANCE.

That classic song of the road, becomes an uplifting goad, that sends you to battle once more.
The Wind showed her face, in her death-like embrace, now she endeavors, attempts to implore.
Forgiveness she seeks, tears stain invisible cheeks, nature's actress, modern day tragedy.
With thespian ploy, she tells you "Good Boy, Your courage was your own remedy!".
Your ego satisfied, you continue your ride, up the mountain, full throttle, cares askance.
The bluster bitch smiles, she knows all the while, you fill her "card" for this deadly WIND DANCE

You see it ahead, surveying without dread, this wide open natural bridge.
Such vistas you see, opiate of the Rockies, disregarding the drop of the ridge.
Your breath it gives way, Mother Nature holds sway, you can't help but glut on the view.
The Wind rises up, gusting strong, so abrupt, toward the edge you swerve, naught you can do.
Launching over the side, your fatal last ride, your lunch now resides in your pants.
You hear a wild laugh, like a fish on the gaff, soon it ends, music over, this WIND DANCE.

Later, Park Rangers stand, o'er broken body, ruptured gland, the look on their faces so grim.
Above on the road, the blue lights flashing cold, on the top of the cruisers steel brim.
Another Biker gone, that same old torch song, lover unfaithful, soul-wrenching smut.
Brothers at home mourn the loss, one more bold rider tossed, from the bosom of that cold, faithless slut.
The Wind near the hill, gently blowing at will, calls another to task, her lusty glance,
Catches one more bikers eye, calls him up toward the sky, her new partner, waltzing in the WIND DANCE .

For the Wind is a demonstrative mistress.
She'll show that which you crave to see.
She''ll manufacture delusions of grandeur.
Spin illusions, make you think you are free.

Mirages she'll dangle for your pleasure.
Sweet lies she'll whisper to your soul.
Jealously she'll snatch times of your leisure,
Baiting, waiting to exert her control.

BULLDOG
USMV M/C W.P.B. FL
Copyright 2002
Bruce "Bulldog" Dowling
bulldog00@adelphia.net

Motorcycle Poetry

And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.

~James Dickey, "Cherrylog Road"

Happy Birthday eh?

Happy Birthday Canada!
a day er two late
I was attending an SCRC event
called
the Qualicum Bay Camporee
and it was awesome!
there were lots of pix taken
and here's the first installment
from my sister BeWise...
http://photoshare.shaw.ca/view.php?VEID=36033_QfNFCr1151971223cxKWoq&preview=1

Happy Birthday Canada!
I don't know about you
but I had a blast!

Motorcycle Wisdome...

"I'd rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about God than sitting in church thinking about my motorcycle"--Anon

Immaturity Level Rising in Adults

"Specifically, it seems a growing number of people are retaining the behaviors and attitudes associated with youth. As a consequence, many older people simply never achieve mental adulthood, according to a leading expert on evolutionary psychiatry."

found at Slashdot

Famous Motorcycle Wisdome....

You're the guy that'll be sneaking out of your bedroom at three o'clock in the morning to look at your bike. ~Paul Teutul, Sr., American Chopper, "Billy Joel"

A WyzWmn Story...

Helmet Hair?

in the olden days when I was very young
in the olden days when I had hair and a waist
my hair grew to my pass my waist

Whenever we went across the border to the Northern States
we'd strap our lid's to our bikes and ride bare naked!
We were all brave and crazy in those days
But it always came to pass
that I would ended up
with a matt of hair
at the back of my head
something closely resembling
a rather large fur ball.

One summer we attended a swap meet
It was outside of Minneapolis
and the riding that weekend
caused my hair to get so badly matted
that I’d tried for hours to get it out
and by the evening
while we were sitting around the campfire
I had gone so far
as to borrow a buck knife
because I was quite sure
that I was gonna have to
cut it all off

You can imagine my emotions….

from the next campsite
comes this little elderly Indian lady
she takes me by the hand
and leads me off to the shower cabin
she fills the sink with warm water
and she pulls a little brown bottle
with a cork stopper
out of her medicine bag
and pours it in the basin

I am immediately encompassed
Enveloped in the smell of flowers
I feel an overwhelming calm settle over me
And I am truly touched by this woman
sharing her ancient secrets with me

she bends me over and soaks my hair in the basin
and almost immediately
I can run my fingers thru my hair!

she smiles and leaves
never having said a word…

I wander back to my campsite
feeling completely satisfied
and full of the wonder of mother nature...
and sisterhood
and love

as I arrive back at the campsite
one of the ladies from Minneapolis
speaks to me…

"I see you met Old Sally..."

"the elderly native woman?" says I...

"how did ya know?"

“oh I knew it” she said…
"cos you smell like Downy Fabric Softner!"

Famous Wisdom

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end.- Ursula K. LeGuin

Famous Wisdom

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult. - George Eliot

Letter from BC Ferries

Good afternoon:

Thank you very much for your email yesterday. I wanted to let you know that we did receive your comments and your concerns are being treated with the utmost seriousness.

A copy of your feedback has already been shared in full with the senior operational manager responsible for this service region. He will be back in touch with me shortly and then I will in turn contact you personally.

In the meantime, thank you for your patience as we look into this serious matter. If you have any questions at all, please don't hesitate to contact me directly.

I look forward to speaking with you soon.

XXXX XXXXXX
Customer Relations Coordinator
British Columbia Ferry Services Inc.

Motorcycle Wisdom of the Day

There are two types of people in this world, people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride motorcycles

Letter to BC Ferries

On Sunday June 25th 2006 at approximately 3:50 PM I arrived at the Mill Bay ferry terminal. I rode past the line up on my motorcycle to the bottom and front of the line up to see what time the next ferry left. As I got there I realized that the ferry was almost arrived – so I took off my helmet to sit on the bench to wait for my turn.

At this point I had no intention of getting on the current boat, but I didn’t think I could get turned around and back up the hill so I’d decided to just wait till the next boat.

A man came down the line to dump something in the garbage can. He was dark and tattooed and when he got near me he said, “So you think you’re just going to bypass all these cars and get on first?” I replied: “excuse me?” he then said, “I don’t like this bitch I know where you live and you’d best watch your back and your bike.”

Being caught completely off guard, I replied that I didn’t make the rules, that it was my understanding that motorcycles and bicycles loaded first on all BC Ferry ships. The two foot-passengers standing there agreed with me.

He again threatened me with “I know where you live – watch your back – watch your bike”. I frankly became upset and could think of nothing more to say than “I don’t make the rules” the man continued to threaten me with the same threat – “I know where you live – watch your bike bitch – watch your bike…” over his shoulder as he headed back up the line to his vehicle. I became concerned for my safety and that of my vehicle.

When the ship docked a member of the BC Ferries staff came out past the dock to the lineup to take fees and I told him that I had been threatened by a fellow in the line up for going to the first of the line. He advised me to pay my fee and get on board.

I did so and then I rode onto the ferry and informed the deck hand that I had been threatened repeatedly. The deck hand paid no attention to me, I became more concerned as it seemed evident that the deck hand didn’t care that I’d been threatened.

As the ferry was loading I walked back to the portion of the ship with a roof to get out of the sun. The deckhand then accosted me, stuck his finger under my nose to inform me in a most aggressive manner that I was in the wrong and that “you will never again bypass the line up to gain board of this little ferry”.

I tried repeatedly to tell him that I had been riding this particular ship for years on my motorcycle and no one had ever told me that but instead of talking or listening he barked that my motorcycle takes up too much room and that I would not be doing that again.

At this point I turned around to find the man that had threatened me standing behind me laughing. It was quite evident to me that the man who had threatened me was personally acquainted with the deckhand. The deck hand then left leaving the man began to harangue at me again. So much so that people began to get back in their cars to get away from him and his mouth.

My motorcycle is licensed by the province of BC as a motorcycle, I require a motorcycle endorsement to ride it and as such members of BC Ferry staff do not get to decide if my motorcycle is too big to be a motorcycle. If in fact the motorcycles boarding first rules had changed – the Ferry employee that took my money should have informed me. But in fact when I asked him about it later he told me “now we both know”.

If in fact the rules had changed, the deckhand that yelled at me should have informed me in a calm professional manner. The deckhand, when he saw the man having at me again should have at the very least asked the man to leave me alone as his point was well made. As I am a single woman, part of his job is to see to the safety of the people on the ship.

In this day and age it is beyond reprehensible that a single women should have to be in fear while riding a BC Ferry. As a single woman I should have been able to find comfort or at least safety via the Ferry crew. Instead Ferry staff yelled at me.

Motorcycle Wisdom of the Day

Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.

A WyzWmn Story

It’s Good To Be Home

We left Duluth round 10 AM and the sun was shining.

We were headed north to Canada, home to Thunder Bay. Ten machines, 10 riders with 7 passengers on our way home from one of Minnesota’s largest annual swap meets in Elko. We had wined and dined and partied and shopped. We had new parts and old parts and t-shirts and even made a trip into the city for a stop at a “love” store. It had been a great long weekend, but we were all tired and looking forward to the ride home and sleeping in our own beds tonight.

It was cool, but nothing we hadn’t been through before. I was happy with the sunshine…some pin headed, pea brain had stolen my leather jacket at the swap meet and I was now wearing a jean jacket stuffed with newspaper for the ride home. Once I got over the initial anger at someone stealing from me…and my prized Queen Bee HD leather to boot…I was ok…and laughing at the picture I must have made sitting on the back of that flaming Sporty virtually unable to bend my arms and knees. Just like a kid in a snowsuit.

By the time we hit Lake Superior it was raining.

It started out being that kind of summer rain that revives and refreshes but before long it got to be that mind numbing, bone chilling rain that comes sweeping down across Superior. It convinces you that Superior is cold and old and majestic and it lets you know that snow is on the way and you’d better pay attention.

By the time we hit the high ground we had snow. On the way up the hill to the pass it was starting to accumulate on the shoulders and it blew around us in swirls that made riding pretty tense. Coming through the pass (now we’re talking hills here not mountains) the white stuff was kicking up as slush off the front tire…so much so that we had to slow down even more to see and because I was sitting higher on the back…guess who got to taste it?

We got to the Pigeon River border crossing and the crossing guard, for once in her life took pity on a rider. I’m still convinced that it wasn’t me that she was interested in…it was all them boys with vibrating dildos taped to their legs so we wouldn’t have to explain and pay the duty on them to get them home!

Either way, she gave me a couple of green garbage bags and access to their private washroom to wrap my self in plastic before I put my wet gear back on. Lucky they didn’t have one of those handdryer, blower things…I might still be there.

By the time we made the outskirts of Thunder Bay my shaking had become a detriment to riding. Poor Joey surely wished he’d left me the hell at home! The very first intersection in the city held a Maytag Laundromat and we stopped.

All seventeen of us, leather encased, near frozen bikers stomped into the laundromat and all ten or twenty yapping laundry ladies and all of their assorted children shut right up.

We collected just inside the door still too cold to even be able to take our gloves or glasses or buckets off.

The laundry ladies parted like the Red Sea as we made our way to the dryers in one fell swoop. Like we heard some unseen bell we started peeling and throwing our gear in dryers. In almost no time the laundry ladies were staring at seventeen near frozen and totally nakid sets of breasts and buttocks. I tried to get in the dryer too…but somebody stopped me.

In all this time not a word was spoken. I pressed myself up against the dryer trying to absorb some of the heat…I was numb…too numb to feel I thought.

I am dying, I thought. They can just bury me here.

Not true. I felt a hesitant touch just above the back of my left knee. I turn to see a little girl, maybe six years old dressed in her Sunday go to meeting dress and carrying a tiny teacup full of pretend tea in her hand.

Y’y’ yah? Says I.

Wansome? Says she.

That broke the ice. Almost immediately we are surrounded by clucking laundry ladies offering us blankets and towels and Uncle Fred’s one-piece long johns while the kids are trying to put socks on our feet and laundromat manager bustles off to make another pot of coffee.
Yup…it was good to be home.

Famous Wisdom....

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigstreat us as equals."-- Sir Winston Churchill

Biker's Prayer

LORD thank you
for the open air

the feel of wind blowing
through my hair

Just me alone
upon my bike

the thrill of freedom
is what I like

To wind through country
unexplored

not knowing what
I'll see next LORD

That's what I seek
when off I ride

I'm thankful that
you're by my side

If I should ride
'til morning's light

please keep me safe
throughout the night

And when I've come
to journey's end

It's you I'll thank
protector, FRIEND

Billy Lane Bike on Fire

on his way to the Biker Buildoff
that's 2 years in a row...
maybe his next bike
should be a fire truck
complete with sprinkler system??

Motorcycle Wisdom of the Day

Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling.

Wouldn't you rather...

be just riding down this road?

Motorcycle Wisdom of the Day

No matter what marquee you ride, it’s all the same wind.

And so we begin...

I have been asked
for quite some time
to share
some of my thoughts
some of my work
and some of my meanderings

with fellow riders
and readers
of
the Busted Knuckle

Welcome to "Wyzwmn's Words to the Wise"....

and so we begin...