dead bugs are dope
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…
surprise ride
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…
woe is us
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…
ride on into the next town
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…
country, music and cats
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…
under pressured
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…
last rides
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 –…
blinded by the light
“Ride home safe,” a friend messaged me. “That’s the plan!” I replied. But things didn’t go according to plan… ******* The Carleton Place Show and Shine was cancelled forty-five…
in pieces
Sometimes, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. Actually, I often feel like I don’t write the poems, but that they…