Sunday, February 12, 2012

My Leathers - A Bikers Poem



My Leathers

My leathers have been with me since I started motorcycling,
I tend to wear them whenever I’m riding.

They are faded from the elements, stretched and saggy from use,
but they still keep me from taking abuse.

My leathers bare the scars, scrapes and abrasions from a few slips and some spills,
and my leathers still keep me warm from those morning chills.

Despite them being my body guard we have become old friends,
going on long rides together taking on hills, valleys and bends.

My leathers have sheltered me from the rain and from the fog,
they even have blocked the bite of an angry dog.

They have protected me from flying rocks and from bugs,
and have been on the receiving end of many hugs.

My leathers have shaded me from the blistering sun,
on a long, dry and hot Texas run.

Over time they have become supple and comfortable like a well broken in boot,
as a bonus, there’s a place for my gun in case I need to shoot.

My leathers are getting old, wrinkly and are slightly tattered,
but they continue to protect me from getting battered.

They have screened me from the wind,
and they will stay with me to the end.

But at the end of this long ride,
it’s not just a cows hide,

It’s my skin.

© 2012 - Torch

Ride on,
Torch


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

"Bikers Got Culture!"



Here is a little PR for a fellow biker, Wild Bill:

Announcing the pre-release of
"Bikers Got Culture!"

"Poetry for the discerning biker!"

Though a serious poet "Wild Bill" Rogers takes the reader into the humorous side of a lifestyle that is as unique to America as the cowboy and a culture that is largely misunderstood.

Bikers Got Culture! contains over fifty poems and limericks of humor, wit, and a touch of the unnatural. The author speaks of a Biker Culture encompassing all walks of life from the lawful to the lawless and from the rich to the poor. "Wild Bill" takes the reader through an entertaining chronicle of the beginnings of what has become one of America's biggest icons using engaging characters, meter and rhyme, then introduces the reader to a sad sack affectionately given the handle of "Oilslick" a fast-talking, beer-drinking, oil-encrusted, bug be-speckled biker.

From the mountains of Alaska to the sands of Daytona Beach, this is
"Poetry for the discerning biker!"
If the editorial staff of your periodical would like to review this book contact support@publishamerica.com or fax (301) 631-9073 with your written request for a review copy.

If your book sales outlet wishes to order copies for inventory contact PublishAmerica at (301) 695-1707

"Bikers Got Culture!" is currently available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble or PublishAmerica at:
http://www.publishamerica.net/product46510.html
“Wild Bill” Rogers has been writing and riding most of his adult life. With his wife Terri he was the Co-Publisher and Editor of Midnight Sun Rider Magazine. His reporting, prose and poetry have been enjoyed throughout the U.S. in print and on the Internet.

"Bikers Got Culture!" ISBN: 978146266050

Read on,
Torch

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Zest Fest 2012


Zest Fest 2012

If you like spicy / hot food you have to attend a Zest Fest. Just got back from Zest Fest 2012. Believe me when I tell you there was more than enough hot things to sample. Here are some photos:


There is Joshua, my youngest, on the left in the red sweat jacket. His head is turned, no doubt, so you cannot see him snickering after coning me into sampling something excruciatingly hot.






Dreadlocks & painted faces at the Zach's Zombie Sauce table.


They had a stage for musicians and for cooking demos.



This was on a tank top.


They had just about everything you could think of with hotness added, from margarita mix to chocolate. I sweated and even cried it was so good. Half of the fun was just seeing what they named some of the products. I left with a full belly from sampling and a mouth that was on fire. They had milk stations set up but wanted $2.00 for a small school kids sized carton. If you are in the D/FW area I hope I'll see you next year.

Ride on,
Torch