Biker's Creations !
Now this is entertainment! Who says bikers don't have feelings or creativity ? This page is a bunch of different stuff from different people in the motorcycle community. Some of it is even by our own members. Let them know what you think of their work.
Hey all you local members, feel free to send us your own arts, poetry, writings or other creations. So long as they are not too dirty, or too silly we may post them if you give us permission.
Sunny Major was accepted for the 2007 Fossil Tee Shirt Design above at the March Board meeting, but it appears that she was not informed about how difficult it was to silkscreen, and her design was replaced with a late entry appearing at the April State Board meeting. Ted has worked things out with Sunny and will be using both designs on this years shirts. That should make this years Fossil shirts collectibles, you think? Please remember how important good communication is when asking for things needing specific detail....................
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A MOTORCYCLIST POEM
By an unknown artist who obviously relates to the motorcycle community-sent to us by one of our members
I saw you,
hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you,
pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you,
change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the cyclone relief.
I saw you,
roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But, you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out
the car window.
I saw you,
frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you,
stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you,
roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those who had none.
I saw you,
look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me cry as my children were born and have their names written over and over in my heart.
I saw you,
change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.
I saw you,
complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you,
reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you,
race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me
get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you,
run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.
I saw you,
cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you,
waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you,
go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker...
A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
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This fine steel wall sculpture below is the work of member Mike Johnston who does Mike's Metal Creations - Our Chapter bought this piece from Mike to give out at 2005 S.O.S. Coalition Run.
Above is an engraved copper plate that Sunny Major did to give out for 2006 Rhody- Click on image to see larger view.
Happy Rider
written Rod Hatter
Jan/08
They'de ride up his alley,
their chrome shining bright.
Those engines would rumble
to show off their might.
To a kid barely 13
they were such a thrill,
"I have to have one..."
is how he would feel.
Just a few years later
his dreams had come true.
With hard work and effort
and friends that he knew,
he'd built him a flathead,
a bike oh so fine.
For a few hundred dollars
and boy, did it shine.
He rode it on weekends,
he rode it to work.
He'd ride in the sunshine,
he rode when it hurt.
He'd go find his buddies
and off they would go,
and one time he even
rode out in the snow.
His second, a Panhead,
would go faster yet,
and once in a while
a few tickets he'd get.
For more than 3 decades
he rode, and rode hard,
and nothing would stop him
from wearing road tar.
So when you meet him,
aglow with a smile,
you'll know that he must've
enjoyed some more miles.
The bugs in his beard
and the dreds in his hair,
show that he enjoys life
no need to dispair.
one Hal Fletcher's amusing creations he calls "Stranded on Island"
Above is an etching that Sunny Major did for a raffle prize at the 2006 S.O.S. Coalition Run.
This fine metal wall sculpture is another of Mike Johnston's works. To see this fishing bear in larger view click on it.
Hal Fletcher's "Dream Catcher"
Sunny Major also sketched this drawing she named "Size Matters"
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