Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Monday, December 22, 2008

'Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring
Would a motor be running, not even a Wing.

The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm,
Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form.

My Bros were all nestled down snug in their beds,
While visions of new chrome danced in their heads.

And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots
Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots.

Then from the horizon there came such a clatter
My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter?

Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow
Looked up at the sky; where'd all that noise go?

Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty
Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear!
I thought it was Rahlow til' he grabbed another gear.

With a little old rider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on,
And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song;

"Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail!
Now Sporty! Now Rigid ! On RoadKing and Glide!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!"

As small bikes that from the semis do fly,
When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew
With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof.

I ran in the house, boots thumping around,
And in came St. Nick all bearded and round

Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot;

A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack

Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot;

A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack

His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary!
With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry!

His droll little mouth had done many a row,
So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride
And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride

And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer
Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near

He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars
A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars

I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride,

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

He's back!!!!!

I was sitting at the computer this morning and looked out the window. Above, high above the trees and out toward the Lake soared a Bald Eagle. It is the first one I've seen this year. He's back! Last year he would perch near our driveway and watch the lake for birds/fish. Well, this morning, I ran and got the camera. Well, he was too far away, but I did take a picture! If you look real hard, you can see the white of his head and a bit of white on his tail feathers. Otherwise, it is a bit dark. Wonderful! Have a great day!

Monday, December 1, 2008

View from the Back Seat

View from the Back Seat

December 1st. It doesn’t seem like another year has almost escaped me. Where has it gone and what have I done with this year? There are a little more than 30 days left in 2008 and fewer still before Christmas.

On Sunday morning my dear husband and I awoke to a snow-covered panorama. The three darling Christmas Trees and row of Candy Canes my daughter and son-in-law placed in their front yard twinkled gaily in the gray morning light, reflecting brightly on the snow covered yard. The sky was gloomy and overcast as the snow slowly drifted down, coating everything with powdery white stuff.

It was 6:00 o’clock in the morning in the town of Terre Haute, Indiana and we were up early to pack our car and say our goodbyes. The fragrant smell of cinnamon oatmeal and toast drifted through the quiet house. We padded to the kitchen and picked our way through breakfast, chatting merrily about the mounds of leftovers tucked away in the refrigerator, another Thanksgiving slipping into the family history book. Kisses all around, a family hug, and then we were driving on Interstate 70 toward home.

So were about 60,000 other travelers! About 30,000 were traveling west on Interstate 70; the other 30,000 were traveling east. Our two lanes of the interstate looked like the parking lot of Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, Missouri. The only difference, most of the cars were moving about 75 miles an hour. Traffic was heavy and everyone was heading home to Kansas, or thereabouts.

With every hello, there is a goodbye and farewell; a coming and a going; a time for joy and a time for a little sorrow. We will miss the shopping with my daughter and son-in-law on “Black Friday”. I can truly say that they personally boosted the sagging economy on their own, because they bought a new car!

As the end of the year draws to a close, each of us has a some time left to reflect on the things we did, or in some cases, didn’t do. But, by God’s glorious grace, we can make use of the time we have left before we mark the beginning of another year! Right now, I am making my end-of-the-year “bucket” list and will get it done. Until next time, take care and God bless. Vicky