The Motor-bicyclist

Discussion in 'General Questions' started by JemmaUK, Jul 31, 2008.

  1. JemmaUK

    JemmaUK Guest

    The motor-bicyclist…

    He scours the planet spanning internet
    For spare parts both day and night
    A friction clutch, some decent studs
    And a decent (cheap) headlight

    Disappears into the workshop
    To the wife’s forbearing sighs
    And she knows not to berate him
    As he curses the lost cable ties

    Soon the Franken-bike stands completed
    A-gleaming in morning sun…
    But hide the kiddies from the cursing…
    “Do you think I can get the **** thing to run?!”

    So he checks and then he rechecks,
    The CDI, the plug, the slide and jet
    Hmm… why is there a smell of petrol
    And why is the garage floor soaking wet?

    Its ALIVE, in a cloud of blue-white smoke
    And he dances round the room
    A monoxide inebriated motor sprite
    In a fume filled and dusky gloom

    And the wife will frown with worry
    As the ex lawnmower rattles into life
    Man and bike disappear into the distance
    Risking limb and strife.

    And he’ll rattle back most likely moaning
    That the motors missing or he bust a spoke
    And more than once she’ll wonder why
    She ever married the bloke

    The days roll by and he tinkers
    Makes a change, adds this or that
    When he says he wants another one
    She says “it’s either me or that!”

    But on the very rare occasions,
    When the bike runs perfect the whole day
    The motor-bicyclist wouldn’t have his life
    Any other way….

    © Jemma Hawtrey 2008
     
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  2. BSA

    BSA Guest

    Very good. Really gave me a chuckle.

    BSA
     
  3. Rain City

    Rain City Member

    haha i love this.
     
  4. pedalpower

    pedalpower Member

    lovely

    yes, we MB tinkerers must remember to eat, bathe, sleep and pay the bills.
     
  5. RdKryton

    RdKryton Active Member

    That is perfect Jemma. It describes most of us to a T.

    Jim
     
  6. Accender

    Accender Member

    Yeppers!

    A
     
  7. graucho

    graucho Active Member

    Pale days, ginger air, into the stir and hubbub of the world, a poet is born. Jemma, I could feel it as I read. Great work. :grin:
     
  8. tpelle

    tpelle New Member

    Jemma, this line is pure genius:

    "Its ALIVE, in a cloud of blue-white smoke
    And he dances round the room
    A monoxide inebriated motor sprite
    In a fume filled and dusky gloom"

    Really spot-on for anyone who has participated in ANY motorsport!
     
  9. That really describes the relationship I have with my wonderful frankenbike (and my loving wife)
     
  10. Mountainman

    Mountainman Active Member

    a cool MB poem

    we know what we like -- give me that motor bike !!!

    ride that thing Mountainman