2Wheeltips

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.

We all know how much motorcycle gear costs. Once something gets labeled "for motorcycling", the price jumps 3-fold. For example, a pair of decent snowmobile gloves cost $35.00. A decent pair of winter motorcycle gloves will cost you over $100.00. Which pair do you think will keep your hands the warmest and have the most features?

Since I plan to do some polar bear rides this year, I decided to upgrade my riding boots. I looked around in the dealerships and and it seems they are all over $200.00! And they did not look or feel warm.

Determined not to spend that type of cash, I went down to the local department store to see what they have. I found the North Face McMurdo boot for half the cost. Long story short, these boots are extremely warm, waterproof, come up way over the ankle and cost half as much as the "motorcycle boots" I saw earlier. They have a women's version too.

If you are in the market for some decent winter "motorcycle boots", definitely check them out.

http://www.thenorthface.com/catalog/sc-gear/mens-mcmurdo-boot.html?parent_category_rn=&cm_vc=Search

One of our long time fans, Nick, writes for the Motorcycle Sport Touring Association. Nick and I spoke over the weekend and he is kind enough to let us link to his product reviews on all the nice bikes he gets to test out. Here is a link to his latest review of the Can-am Spyder. Ya know....the 3-wheel thingy you see in all of the motorcyle magazines.

http://www.sporttouring.us/content.php/425-Cruising-on-Three-Wheels-–-The-Can-Am-Spyder-RT-S-Roadster-Road-Test

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.