Adventure, Just for fun, Motorcycles, Poetry, Writing



During COVID lockdowns, many of us found out how uncomfortable it can be to be confined.

But Canadian motorcycle riders have known forever what that’s like: we get twitchy every winter when we can’t be out riding the roads, testing ourselves on tracks and/or tackling cross-country trails.

When anxiety peaks, some of us turn to shopping therapy for relief.

This poem is about that.


by susan © 2022


i can’t ride my ride
not today or tomorrow
i long for the spring
and an end to my sorrow

s/he’s in the garage
with a tender and tarp
if i had my druthers
i’d be strumming a harp

better in heaven
than confined to place
where i can’t pull a wheelie
and make my heart race

on my thumbs i would rather
have tightening screws
than be unable to be
on a highway to cruise

mud and bumps, dirt and trees
fill my dreams every night
the promise of summer
i hold tight in my sights

visions of twisties
lie around every corner
can’t wait one more day
for weather that’s warmer

these are the thoughts
of northern bikers in winter
when their hearts freeze and crack
and into icicles splinter

but canadian riders
are resilient it’s proven
in the cold and the snow
they never stop movin’

they don’t waste their time
on crying, excuses or reasons
they just keep on buying
for the upcoming season


© 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

the magic of silent winter fireworks

in passing

don’t put me in a cage


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