C. Douglas Caffey

MOTORCYCLING

Memories of the past fly by
On two wheels by Honda,
Or Triumph, or BMW
Revealing the ‘wild blue yonder’.
The rush of the open air,
The smell of the country side,
The joy of being free,
As onward we ride!
The time spent on the cycle,
The memories of the ride:
The glory of being together
With my wife by my side.
The miles fly by with ease,
Like the flowing of the breeze.
Sights and sounds are free,
And nothing compares to these.
Up over the Continental Divide,
With my hand on the throttle,
My raincoat in the saddle bag,
Along with water in the bottle!
Springtime in the Rockies,
The black BMW raring to go,
Leaving behind the City of Denver,
And all other sites below!
On to California’s Lake Tahoe
Of breath-taking view,
Where all beauty abounds
Just waiting for you!
Then speeding like a bullet
Across Nevada’s barren sand,
Taking Hi Way number eighty
Into Utah’s Promised Land!

The big rigs are rollin’ mighty fast,
Belching diesel smoke and flyin’ low.
On past Wendover on the Utah line,
To the Great Salt Lake and a cup of joe!
Visit a while, then back on the seat
Of that black BMW machine;
Still raring to hit Wyoming before
The sun sets on Rock Springs!
Breakfast of ham and eggs
And a stretching of the legs,
Then fast-forward to Cheyenne
Where Plains Indians took a stand!
Goodbye Hi Way eighty,
And catch Hi Way 25 South.
Rollin’ back into Denver
In time to feed my mouth!
Wipe the ‘Beemer’ down gently,
And put her in the stall.
One more trip completed,
And that’s all ‘you all’!