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You don’t get away with much in a FB motorcycle group. I posted this pic and caption, for example, in the Ottawa Misfits Motorcycle Group: The post generated a…
You don’t get away with much in a FB motorcycle group. I posted this pic and caption, for example, in the Ottawa Misfits Motorcycle Group: The post generated a…
It was November 26, 2022. I was drinking apple juice and biting into the first of three leftover Easter eggs – the little ones wrapped in various colours of…
Poking fun at the start of the long, dark winter woe is us by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: woe is us november’s here with cold…
For some reason, this tune, which I first heard long long long before I started to ride motorcycles in 2021, popped into my head tonight. It’s “Legend of a…
On days that are challenging, or when I’m feeling less than stellar, I find it helpful to reflect on things I am grateful for. Today was one of those days….
The black and white beauty above is my friend Judith’s cat, Oreo. Oreo is a sweetheart. Stubborn at times. But a sweetheart nevertheless. On the Sunday before Halloween, I…
A tongue-in-cheek piece about fixing my front tire. under pressured by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: under pressured if a tire were a sentence things would…
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
Life has taken me to many amazing places around the world. But I never dreamed I would one day be riding roads near and far on a motorcycle. The…
As I said in another post, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. When I had the good fortune of meeting…