Quote from Brukus link-
"I will say up front that it is best to continue to ride your motorcycle, even if only once or twice a month around the block a couple of times… than to park it all winter. I'm a strong believer that even the occasional short, chilly ride is good for the soul and helps temporarily relieve cabin fever symptoms aka: PMS (parked motorcycle syndrome)."

I had not heard that before, but I'm sure that is the problem.
Thought it was SAD (seasonal affected disorder) but it's clear-I've got PMS.
Going to try your suggestion of a short ride this morning, sir. The roads are wet, but not frozen.
Ah, to have the life MJ and Hawg get to live, riding all the time.

 

I got this the other day and thought ya'll might enjoy it. I did.



'Twas the night before Christmas, and not until Spring
Would a motor be running, not even a Wing.
The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm,
Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form.
My bros were all nestled down snug in their beds,
While visions of new chrome danced in their heads.

And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots,
Out shoveling snow and dreaming of scoots.
Then from the horizon there came such a clatter,
My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter?
Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow,
Looked up at the sky; where'd all the noise go?

Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty
Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers party,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Hog Ultra Classic, red trailer in rear!
With a little old rider, so lively and quick.
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on,
And he whistled and shouted and sang out this song;
"Now Springer! Now Dyna! On Ultra and Softail!
Now Vulkan! Now *****! On Victory and Honda!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!"
As small bikes that from the semis do fly,
When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew,
With a trailer of goodies and ole' St. Nick too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof.
I ran in the house, boots thumping around,
And in came St. Nick and bearded and round,
Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot,
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot.

A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack,
His shades -- how they twinkled! His do-rag how scary,
With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry!
His droll little mouth had done many a row,
So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow,
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
The smoke had a strange smell; it gave him relief.

He had a broad face and a large, over-hung beer belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider.
So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter?
A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer,
Gave me to know I had nothing to fear.

He spoke not a word but went to my ride,
And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride,
And giving the peace sign with bikers good cheer,
Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near.
He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars,
A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars.
I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE"

 

Man, I love that, THC! Thanks for sharing it!

 

No problem, glad you enjoyed it.
You know I never realized what my initials were here.
I hope you and NGB have a great Christmas.

 

that is so cool thanks for sharing THC
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE"

 

Agreed!
I'll eat CAKE with THC to that.

 

I thought the prefered method of eating THC was brownies.

 

This is great! Sharing it everywhere. Do you know the author? Thanks1

 

Sorry I have no idea who wrote this. Ya'll got it how I did.

 

Thanks. Have HOG members asking who wrote it, too, so I'll just tell them no one knows.