Two Wheeled Tales

Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.   For Chapter 6 CLICK HERE      Name’s Christopher Jax but people call me Jax. It’s been a week since I escaped from Ma n’ […]

  Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013. For Chapter 5 Click Here       Larry’s ten minutes of winding his way downhill with me as a passenger brought us into a warmer

For Chapter 4 Click Here   Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.    “When I die I want to meet God and say, what the hell were you thinking, like what were

  For Chapter 3 Click Here    Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.        “Hold on to yourself Bartlett, you’re twenty feet short.”   —Steve McQueen     …from the movie THE

For Chapter 2 click here     Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.     “With the right bike, on the right day, on the right road, I feel like I’m one with

Chapter 1 – Click here    Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.   “Less is more, with lots of things put into tight places; so nothing interrupts you from appreciating the true

Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version July 31, 2013.     “When I die I want to meet God and say, what the hell were you thinking, like what were you thinking?”   —Indian Larry  

Continued from Here                                                                ACT ONE/SCENE #3 WE MEET KATE                     IN ACT ONE/SCENE #2 Lorenzo Lamas and Branscombe Richmond have finally made it to Spanky’s Café. Nearly frozen by the sudden drop in temperature after the sun sets, they’re rescued by Kate when she throws them a lit highway flare

The back of the Shovelhead bucked and kicked as Travis cut across three lanes of traffic, gunning his damaged bike toward the exit ramp. An eighteen-wheeler loomed in the right lane, closing in on his escape route. No stopping on a dime for that load. Travis snapped the throttle on the S&S, cutting between the

Travis rolled off the throttle as he crested the hill. The open prairie opened up before him. It was one of the things he loved most about this country. How you could be cutting through rolling hills of a coteau one minute, cross a threshold and the entire countryside would change to open prairie. He