Two Wheeled Tales

  Lothario Fade introduced the girl to the ride, confident she’d be amused and beguiled with his sanguine sway. As they dallied in line, the dazzle of lights and whir of contraptions awakened his joy and roused reckless pulse within, he leaned close to her, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, a whiff of […]

  We rode the rest of the night putting mile after mile between us and the town of Oakley. The longer I was on the Raider the more I remembered its particulars; in particular the particulars surrounding its six foot wheelbase and extended rake. When I say extended rake I mean extended relative to the

  “The two Colt 45s just changed back into a picture of two Colt 45s…I’m doing something wrong?” Larry leaned over the steel bowl and picked up the picture of the two Colts, “You must be editing your thoughts. Maybe Hilts can explain why when he and Kate catch up?” Larry then nodded at his

  “Thank you…thankyouverymuch…,” said an Elvis with a good natured grin that looked like a lopsided sneer and who looked a lot like the Elvis played by the actor Bruce Campbell in the movie BUBBA HO-TEP and who was sitting on a stool with his back to a jukebox. “Larry and Kate are in the

  “We’re too late;” shouted Shaun aka velociraptor akachameleon, “save yourself…I’ll hold them off!” “I won’t leave without you,” I shouted back at the same time I was trying unsuccessfully to break the lock on the sliding steel door leading into the warehouse. All five Alphas had body armor. None of the large growing larger

   Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer. For Chapter 18 Click Here    To fifty, and I’m being generous, my Wide Glide might’ve kept us in sight. From fifty onwards the M109 was,

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.    For Chapter 17 Click Here Larry looked at me then towards Kate, “Pretend for a moment we do agree to take you. Out of curiosity,

    This is a piece I feel compelled to write. It is about my own struggles with the idea of following only the true call of one’s heart. For this I will have to talk of my own dealings with God. But don’t worry because I am not, nor have ever been, even slightly

    Although this adventure took place sometime in the mid 2000s, I’ve decided to print it here for the benefit of any who would like to ride the huge ships that carry cars, semi trucks, motor homes, and motorcycles from the city of Bellingham, Washington to the distant shores of Alaska. For most everything

    Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.    For Chapter 16 Click Here   “Roll with the mystery, life’s uncertain; just be comfortable with that. Why fight it?” Indian Larry