2Wheeltips

 Twas the night before Christmas And all through the garages
Not a motorcycle was rumbling, Except for Santa Clause's.
The leather was hung in the closet with care
In hopes that nice weather soon would be there.
Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers
With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.
With momma in her bandana and I in my skull cap
We had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble
I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear,
With one old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.
He was dressed all in Leather, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot,
A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back.
Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign
As they all cracked their throttles and got into a line,
Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph and Indian
On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight
Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Each day as I look in the past,
I hear the sound of a loud blast;
Did someone step on the gas,
How long is this show going to last;
There he goes riding his bike,
Oh no, did he run that traffic light;
Now I know the sound I heard,
The bike crashed into a thunderbird;
Wait are you talking about thunderbird wine,
And having the crash was just a matter of time;
Doing this year of holiday cheer,
Take it easy as you drink your beer;
Those who live where it is freezing cold,
This rule does not apply to your soul;
You need something to keep you warm,
Since your riding season have gone;
All that you are saying doesn't tell us where you been,
Unless you were locked up for drinking gin.

The rain continues, is what I hear her say,
Riding in the rain, is just another day;
Some people will look at you as if you are a fool,
They just don't know that riding in the rain is really cool;
Cool in many more ways than you think,
Your bike can go down in a quick blink;
Safety is a concern that is on your mind,
At time you ride in the rain and you are blind;
Rain, rain, please go away,
This is what you hear the newbe biker say;
Some do not want to get their chrome all wet,
Trying to keep it clean, will put them in debt;
Rain is the coolest thing that I have felt,
Trust me when the water hits you, you will not melt;
Do you take a shower or even a bird bath too,
Then you know what to do when the rain hit's you;;
Just pretend that you are out on the beach,
Such a dream is not far from your reach;
Just pretend you see the waves coming your way,
And knowing that when it hits you, it will not ruin your day;
This is the same thinking, when you ride your bike,
Mind over matter will keep it just right;
Oh, I see looking out the window pane,
Tears in her eyes and mind is insane;
PrayasIride, do not make fun of me,
I just don't like riding in the rain you see;
I got this new bike and don't want to get it wet,
I went to the beauty shop and my hair is all set;
I think I am looking good and pleasure I do feel,
But, I don't want to ride in the rain and feel that chill;
When I feel depressed, I start reading the menu,
Eating the pantry clear, while the rain continues!
That was not funny pray and I am not going let you get away with that, Are you trying say that I am eating myself fat;
No, No, No, No, I would be so mean to say,
I am just saying, you are having it your way;
There are different kinds of menus that we read,
It does not have to be about food, but about your needs;
You were thinking about shopping and reading the shoe menu,
And how much money you were saving while the rain continues

Where have you been, PrayasIride,
I guess taking my time soul searching inside;
Reflected on the rides taken in 2010,
Do I really want to ride the same old routes again;
Always Looking for something new,
I am feeling like I am running out of things to do;
I love it when I can get in the zone,
All of my worries appears to be gone;
Gas prices are going sky rocket high,
Will I have say to my riding days--Bye, Bye;
If I could put regular gas into the tank,
Riding my ride would not break the bank;
I see a few bikes out on the road,
It is then when I can feel the rumble in my soul;
That could be me, I say to myself,
But, my inner ear appears to be deaf;
Where do you want to go, is the voice from my inner soul,
Let that be the place and be your gold;
To tell the truth, I really do not know,
I can't affort to just jump on my iron pony and go;
Do, I ride to DC and visit the "Wall",
Do, I ride to San Digeo before this fall;
A long distant rider is what I like to be called,
But, I need to take a short trip to the mall;
Find myself an empty parking lot,
Practice countersteering and stopping on a dot;
Now that would be worth the money spent on gas,
Because, I would have done something that would save my past;
Oh, wait Pray, I know you did not say or write the word past,
Did you use the word as a mask;
No, No, No, past is the word that I wanted to say,
You don't understand, can I explain if you may;
What I mean when I say, "Save my past",
There are dreams, hopes and wishes from the past;
These are the things that I do not want to lose,
So I save them in my past until they are ready to be used;
Ok Pray, I will let you off the hook,
Cut this poem short, are you trying to write a book;
Whereever you been, why don't you return,
Until you are ready to share something you learned;
Wow, my friend, I guess you can't see,
Or, I guess that you really do not know me;
I did share with you what I learned,
It is that I need to practice countersteering and making that turn;
I guess, I have to ask the question again,
Where Have You Been?

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.

Well you've glob'd on to this website to watch the videos,
To read the blogs about safety stuff and read "Write Like Some Prose"
Our poem Master is Mr. PrayasIride and he has a marvelous wit
But are you getting the message here before you grab your bike and split?
I look back on all the stuff we wrote in the blogs thru all last year
All the info from Carol and Tony, advice that I hold dear
I come to this key question after thought and a few beers
What more is there to say to keep you safe this coming year?
We've covered all the topics, like helmets and "all the gear"
Gave advice to ride responsibly and get you thru your "Newbie" fears
Provided you tips on riding smart, pitfalls you should stay clear
But I'll ask you once again, my friend, will you ride safe this coming year?
The message is so simple,  just open up your ears
The advice you'll find on 2WheelTips will save you pain and many tears!

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.