I just want to ride on my motorcycle…  I just love Arlo Guthrie – and despite having seen him several times in concert – i have NOT seen him do alice, but i have seen him do the motorcycle song – and it was always, and i mean always FUN!!

This one came to me while grumpy and i were out for a putt today, naturally lol.  Along with several other songs – and then finally, quiet.  Complete and utter quiet in my mind (cept for the sound of the pipes).  Thats one of the reasons i love to ride – my mind quiets, stops its racing, its stress, and I become one with grumpy, and the road.

There truly is very little that feels better than the sun on my face, the wind in my hair as we’re putting down a country road.  I am more alive – more a part of the world around me on a bike than i am in a car.  On a bike, you can smell the flowers as you ride past (and the dead skunk on the side of the road…), you can hear the horses snorting while they’re plowing the fields.  Maybe it has something to do with the thrill of that knowing death could be right around the corner, maybe not – but the freedom i have as a biker is something to be cherished.

I dont want to be bound in a life chained to the norm.  I never have.  I am an individual who likes, no needs to do things my way.  While that hasnt always been a good thing (chuckling quietly to myself in remembrance of some of my past escapades…) it beats living a cookie cutter life.  I need the stimulation that a bikers life gives, the camaraderie of the road and yes, i enjoy the oftimes envious looks i get from other women who know, deep down inside, that i’m living the life they’re too afraid to live.  Im actually living life to the fullest!  Ok, and i like the looks of hatred from those who think i’m a bad person because i ride, and have a patch on my leather that says HEAVILY SEDATED FOR YOUR PROTECTION.  *grinning*.  Sometimes the stereotype can be fun.

Today’s putt was a short one – only a 2 hour ride.  But grumps stopped at my favorite tye dye stand and bought me 2 shirts for my birthday!

You’re having a birthday Jen?

Well, sad but true.  I”m not too fond of it seeing as i think i’m turning 44 this year, but i’m mentioning it only as this is the first time in 14 years that my beloved actually got my birthday right – both month AND day!!!

It was a short putt as its labor day weekend (sigh) and the tourists are out in droves, heading to lancaster to see the Amish and get their shopping in at the outlet malls.  Traffic sucked.  Bumper to bumper on 30 so grumps decided to cut the ride short and stop at napa to pick up a light for Larry. She needed a new highbeam.  But once we got off 30 and onto the backroads, the traffic was gone but for locals – and once again, i could smell the fresh plowed fields and revel in the wind in my hair, the sun on my face.  Life has renewed itself in me.

The Motorcycle Song words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:I don't want a pickleJust want to ride on my ]
motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle'
Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to dieJust want to ride on 
my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

This song is about the time that I was ridin' 
my motorcycle.  Going down a mountain road, at 
150 miles an hour, playin'my guitar.
On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, 
and on the other  side there was nothin' 
- there was a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at 
I50 miles an hour, you gotta be very careful, 
especially if you're playin'a guitar.
Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind 
pressure is greater on the box side than
on the neck side, because there's more guitar 
on the box side.
I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I 
went over the cliff.  I was goin' at 150 miles an 
hour sideways and 500 feet down at the
same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, 
I said ''Wow! Some trip".
I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it 
was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds 
in world,I decided to write one
last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece 
of paper. I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I 
started writin':I don't want a pickle Just want to 
ride on my motorsickle And I don't want a
tickle' Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle.  
And I don't want to die, Just want to ride on 
my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, 
but I didn't have time to change it. I was comin' 
down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, 
I didn't die. I landed on the top of a police car. And 
he died. I drove away on the road that he was on. 
I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an
hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went 
around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by 
itself, turned itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there 
eatin' pickles.  I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He 
looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. 
Like you just squashed a cop...

CHORUS

©1968,1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)
I just want to ride on my motorcy  cle
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