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.

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.

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