MS Trailer, crap!

I wouldn't have a motorBike trailer, if you could buy em' at Wally
World, and get a big ol' rebate.....These folks that run down the road,
on a motorcycle, and be pulling a trailer, looks so silly. ...crap...

<>Happy Holidays<>Bjay,.

 

For a coupla ol' dinosaurs like you and me, we wouldn't be caught dead
pulling one of those things.. There are some folks though, that spend a load
of bucks, so they can haul all their "stuff"..

My own theory is, if I need all those wheels, I need to be in a pickup.. If
it don't fit on the motorcycle, I don't need it.. either for a day run or a
month long trip.. It'll either ride on the bike or it won't be going...
LMAO... Shoot, pard..

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

Reminds me of a post I did a couple of years ago...

In the old days, a bunch would gather for a run.. We'd just hit whatever
roads looked interesting.. When we got hungry, we'd park under a tree and
break out some sardines and crackers.. A lukewarm beer to wash it down and
we'd be good to go.. When we got tired we'd throw a sleeping bag alongside
the bike and take a little nap.. then, run again.. Restrooms were a fence
or bush and then run some more.. All was good and everyone came back tired
and happy ..

Then one of the guys decided to take his squeeze with him.. No more sardines
and crackers, no more bushes and fences and sleeping on the ground was
history..

It became a restaurant for food, a restroom in a truck stop or gas station
(even some of the old stations were to primitive) .. Don't even think about
sleeping next to a motorcycle.. Motels .. better be at least a Holiday Inn,
were the places to spend the night..

Some of these gals we see two up and riding their own, ride 'em like they
just stole 'em, but I never seen one of them that could irrigate a bush on
the other side of a four foot hogwire fence.. Aw well.. we just got weak,
didn't we, guys ? <chuckle> or old..

Anyway .. the ride is what it's all about.. Those beds in the motel sure
feel good after a long hard day.. The chicken fried steak kinda keeps the
stomach from growlin' and the ladies do make for good cuddlin' while you are
runnin' hard to keep up..

I guess we have to "give up somethin" to "get somethin", don't we ? Who
knows ?

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

Not just a motorcycle "trip"...I was pulling out of the Honda dealer the
other day trying to find an air filter when I saw this rig pulling in. It
was the snazziest Gold Wing pulling a big 'ole trailer behind him. I
hollared "must suck to be as a foot as you are there" at him and he didn't
hear me. I said it again and he almost dropped the bike trying to listen to
what I was saying. I finally realized that he had some CB thing inside his
helmet for talking.

Crap, that's not even close to the meaning of "motorcycling" anymore.

People ask me about putting one of those intercoms on my bike and in my
helmet, and I just tell them that if I can't say it with hollaring, it
doesn't need to be said. I get on my motorcycle to get away from people, not
to have a big confab with them.

 

<><>~~n the old days, a bunch would gather for a run.. We'd just hit
whatever roads looked interesting.. When we got hungry, we'd park under
a tree and break out some sardines and crackers.. A lukewarm beer to
wash it down and we'd be good to go.. When we got tired we'd throw a
sleeping bag alongside the bike and take a little nap.. then, run
again.. Restrooms were a fence or bush and then run some more.. All was
good and everyone came back tired and happy ..
Then one of the guys decided to take his squeeze with him.. No more
sardines and crackers, no more bushes and fences and sleeping on the
ground was history..
It became a restaurant for food, a restroom in a truck stop or gas
station (even some of the old stations were to primitive) .. Don't even
think about sleeping next to a motorcycle.. Motels .. better be at least
a Holiday Inn, were the places to spend the night..
Some of these gals we see two up and riding their own, ride 'em like
they just stole 'em, but I never seen one of them that could irrigate a
bush on the other side of a four foot hogwire fence.. Aw well.. we just
got weak, didn't we, guys ? <chuckle> or old..
Anyway .. the ride is what it's all about.. Those beds in the motel sure
feel good after a long hard day.. The chicken fried steak kinda keeps
the stomach from growlin' and the ladies do make for good cuddlin' while
you are runnin' hard to keep up..
I guess we have to "give up somethin" to "get somethin", don't we ? Who
knows ?
Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~yeah buddy, that is about how we did it. We all ways
had a bedroll, and even a one man pupTent. We've pitched that lil' ol
tent, as late as 2am in the morning. One time on top of Wilamena, and
had trouble driving the plastic stakes, in them there rocks..hehe......I
can see a ''yuppy' and his ''wuppy'' enjoying a trailer. Dern, some of
them trailers cost...actually more than my motorBike...maybe that's why
I am agin' it...retum?

<>Happy Holidays<>Bjay,.

 

Yep... we did it to ourselves.. LOL.. Let that be a lesson to us all. Now ..
we gotta have those fancy gadgets that tell us where we are, and where we
want to be.. Stereos and two ways.. cell phones, etc. Can't leave home
without them.. <chuckle> The squeeze who can't go, wants you to call her
every time you stop, so she can be sure that you aren't having much fun
without her.. Phew.. what's that all about ? Some of my pards call home
every two hours.. or call .. somewhere..

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

I was talking to Bill the other day, or rather "listening" since most talk
with Bill is lopsided (but entertainingly so), and he mentioned he made a
run through Sweetwater some time earlier.

That reference reminded me of my first bike adventure. I was 19 and riding
rice, but I took that Kaw over some roads that seldom ever see a car, much
less a bike.
I was making my way west, no destination in mind. I got to Sweetwater and
camped out sleeping next to the bike, rolled up in a cheap plastic tarp. It
rained all night but that thing kept me dry. I was amazed. I got up the next
day and rode around the panhandle. Got to Palo Duro and spent the next night
in a hollow in the cliff wall somewhere.

Good times, good times.

 

%%%%%%I was talking to Bill the other day, or rather "listening" since
most talk with Bill is lopsided (but entertainingly so), and he
mentioned he made a run through Sweetwater some time earlier.
That reference reminded me of my first bike adventure. I was 19 and
riding rice, but I took that Kaw over some roads that seldom ever see a
car, much less a bike.
I was making my way west, no destination in mind. I got to Sweetwater
and camped out sleeping next to the bike, rolled up in a cheap plastic
tarp. It rained all night but that thing kept me dry. I was amazed. I
got up the next day and rode around the panhandle. Got to Palo Duro and
spent the next night in a hollow in the cliff wall somewhere.
Good times, good times.
--
"Wakko" Waco Glenn   NTXNS TOMKAT SENS
'03 FLSTSI - "BlingBling" (The rare pigs reign)
http://www.heritagespringer.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YYeah, ''for The Gøød Times'' (Ray
Price,1973)~~~~~~are you insinuating that Mr. Walker, talks.......like
he types in Here? (grin and winking)________
<>O Yes, camping out along side one's Bike, reminded us, of an old
Cowboy, out on a cattle drive.......we use to comment in that respect,
about how enjoyable the uncomfortable-ness was actually fun!!


<>Happy Holidays<>Bjay,.