Posts tagged ‘motorcycle’

January 21, 2011

by jhon baker

It was -25 this morning with the wind chill. So I went for a motorcycle ride. I died.

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September 1, 2010

September 1st

by jhon baker

September first finally dawns upon our planet and all that was August is behind us now. It was a bad month for my wife and a bad month for my writing. I wonder if those two things are related? However two great things have occurred that both happened in the waning half of August.
1. I decided that I have been off of a motorcycle long enough and that if my leg was ever going to be able to deal with riding another it was going to be now. I rode and the joy was still bright enough in me that I bought it and am now the proud owner of my second Harley and probably my seventh motorbike.

It is slowly morphing into a different looking and sounding machine but this is the first photo I saw of it and the one that drove me back to the dealer looking for my angry fix.
Sometime there are cliches that help us to define our manner of seeing things – here is mine…
Live to ride, ride to live.
if you don’t limp – you ain’t shit. (lovely euphemism I know, as most of us wouldn’t want to be shit anyway but you know what it means.)
so – I live to ride and I ride to live all while limping to and fro.
it gets convoluted soon after this so I’ll stop.

2. I strongly encourage you to follow this link: hands on the hips or go to Amazon dot com and type in the title or my name or go to Barnes and Noble dot com and put in the book title (issue with the name search there that is being handled) – then for all that is good and holy – order it.
it looks like this:

there will be a release party in October and if you would like to come and will be in the northern Illinois area then, consider yourself invited. E-mail for directions.
If you are a psychopath and want to crash my comfortable way – warning – I have several guns and enjoy using them.

 There are several important things that have happened on September the First in history such as – in 1914 the last known living passenger pigeon became no longer among the living locked up in a zoo and was probably thinking of a great statue in New York that it would love to get it’s talons on and in 1939 – Hitler (being an asshole) invaded Poland thus launching what we affectionately recall as the Second Great War and later renamed WWII after we came to realize that wars aren’t so great.
and in 2010 – I became a published author – obviously this last one is the most important by far.

Thank you for reading and I love you for not being too hard on me for my bad sense of humor.

Stepping over fallen leaves
and dismantled watches
making sure not to stumble 

 – Hoc Scripsi

March 22, 2010

Wilmington, North Carolina

by jhon baker

Morning, having slept in, sort of. I had a hard time sleeping after driving nearly 500 miles yesterday, this would not have been a problem years ago but age, abuse to body (internal), accidents resulting in abuse to body (external), and now chronic pain in leg from hip to large toe make even sitting painful. Today’s poem is about what landed me here, sort of.
my extended family has embraced Kara so beautifully that I nearly teared. I am so glad that we made this trip, I am so glad that we can embrace once more. Tonight we dine with my second cousins and may see my Great Aunt Kate again but she has had a procedure today for her own pain that will prevent us from being together. Maybe.
Goethe died today in 1832. It is because of Goethe that I journal. It is because of a friend of mine that I do so publicly, sort of publicly. This is meant for popular consumption and my other journal is only meant for similar consumption after my untimely death, whenever that may be.


the motorcycle had been
insured, paid for and
was now just a pile of
bolts, chrome and accessories
somewhere in
some fenced off yard
where pit bulls bent
to lick their balls and
longed for tastes of
human flesh. my pile of
bolts, chrome and
was more well guarded
now then ever.

– I wrote this

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