This is Alfred, our 1957 Ariel 500 Red Hunter single cylinder motorbike. What a blast we had riding him. Alfie also won quite a few trophies at classic bike rallies.
As one, we effortlessly lean into each turn, perfectly attuned to the bike’s movements as we mimic the twists and turns along the narrow two-lane road. When you think about summer, what comes to mind? Hours of sunshine, colorful fields of wildflowers, corn stalks dancing in the breeze, flittering butterflies, curious bumble bees, a tomato fresh from the garden, a cooling dip in a lake, strolls along the beach, sticky fingers from an ice cream cone melting faster than you could eat it, an ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Close your eyes and picture your favorite summer memory. As the mental images run through your mind, nearly forgotten details bring the memory to life as if it happened yesterday. Savor the feeling as it makes you smile recalling the sights, sounds, tastes, and textures associated with your thoughts.
One of my favorite scenes from the past is riding the Ariel along the winding mountain roads in Virginia.
The cool air envelopes us, and we forget the oppressive heat we left behind. I wrap my arms around Bob, holding him as close as possible. As one, we effortlessly lean into each turn, perfectly attuned to the bike’s movements as we mimic the twists and turns along the narrow two-lane road. The one-of-a-kind clattering beat from the single-cylinder engine and the beautiful, twittering exhaust note hum their own unique tune as we climb and descend the steep hills. It’s the closest thing to heaven I can imagine. I never want the ride to end…
Of course, the memory excludes the return to reality and the numb buns and legs at the end of our journey. Still, that temporary discomfort was part of the charm of riding our vintage single-cylinder motorcycle, and I want to remember it too.
Bob and I experienced many happy summer days over our thirty-five years together. I’m thankful he shared some of his fond memories through his haiku. I enjoy reading and reliving some of our adventures along Memory Lane. I hope you do, too.
Close your eyes and picture your favorite summer memory. As the mental images run through your mind, nearly forgotten details bring the memory to life as if it happened yesterday. Savor the feeling as it makes you smile recalling the sights, sounds, tastes, and textures associated with your thoughts.
One of my favorite scenes from the past is riding the Ariel along the winding mountain roads in Virginia.
The cool air envelopes us, and we forget the oppressive heat we left behind. I wrap my arms around Bob, holding him as close as possible. As one, we effortlessly lean into each turn, perfectly attuned to the bike’s movements as we mimic the twists and turns along the narrow two-lane road. The one-of-a-kind clattering beat from the single-cylinder engine and the beautiful, twittering exhaust note hum their own unique tune as we climb and descend the steep hills. It’s the closest thing to heaven I can imagine. I never want the ride to end…
Of course, the memory excludes the return to reality and the numb buns and legs at the end of our journey. Still, that temporary discomfort was part of the charm of riding our vintage single-cylinder motorcycle, and I want to remember it too.
Bob and I experienced many happy summer days over our thirty-five years together. I’m thankful he shared some of his fond memories through his haiku. I enjoy reading and reliving some of our adventures along Memory Lane. I hope you do, too.
After a few days of touring, Alfie gets a bath and his cases repolished. Yes, you see it right. The bikes lived inside our apartment - the Ariel in the dining area and our '72 Triumph Tiger in the living room.
SUMMER DREAMS
Bright sun in blue sky
Heat waves rise from dusty road
I seek the cool shade
***
Streams flow peacefully
Trout laze in deep shady pools
Deep woods invite me
***
Corn grows green in sun
A snake slithers through tall grass
Insects buzzing near
***
Clouds rise to the east
Distant rumble of thunder
A storm is coming
***
Blue skies and pink clouds
Tall wheat hides us from all view
You are in my arms
***
Leaves are fading now
We walk between apple trees
I hold your soft hand
***
Whispers of our dreams
In pictures of long past days
All lost to me now
***
Gone like summer wind
Old memories fill my mind
Salt tears fill my eyes
***
A beach warm in sun
Breaking waves slide high on shore
Land and sea are one
***
Sun bakes fields and farms
Cicadas sing in the trees
Sweat drips from my brow
***
Sweet and sour taste
Cools my throat on summer day
Ice cold lemonade
***
Old man pushing cart
Selling ice cream on the street
Cool and tasty treat
***
A sea of color
Bright umbrellas in the rain
My mood is lightened
Blossoms in the Snow
Poetry by Robert DeBurgh
Kindle https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B092SXPNW5/
Universal link -http://viewbook.at/blossomsinthesnow
Bright sun in blue sky
Heat waves rise from dusty road
I seek the cool shade
***
Streams flow peacefully
Trout laze in deep shady pools
Deep woods invite me
***
Corn grows green in sun
A snake slithers through tall grass
Insects buzzing near
***
Clouds rise to the east
Distant rumble of thunder
A storm is coming
***
Blue skies and pink clouds
Tall wheat hides us from all view
You are in my arms
***
Leaves are fading now
We walk between apple trees
I hold your soft hand
***
Whispers of our dreams
In pictures of long past days
All lost to me now
***
Gone like summer wind
Old memories fill my mind
Salt tears fill my eyes
***
A beach warm in sun
Breaking waves slide high on shore
Land and sea are one
***
Sun bakes fields and farms
Cicadas sing in the trees
Sweat drips from my brow
***
Sweet and sour taste
Cools my throat on summer day
Ice cold lemonade
***
Old man pushing cart
Selling ice cream on the street
Cool and tasty treat
***
A sea of color
Bright umbrellas in the rain
My mood is lightened
Blossoms in the Snow
Poetry by Robert DeBurgh
Kindle https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B092SXPNW5/
Universal link -http://viewbook.at/blossomsinthesnow
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