Two Wheeled Tales

    Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.    For Chapter 15 Click Here     Aside from the gray or was it gray blue Warrior parked next to a pile of empty […]

    Come on…at 60 I just have a tough time with the whole sneaker thing, in general. What the hell is with these television “motorcycle club members” riding  in them? White sneakers, no less. When I got into this whole bike thing it was BOOTS ONLY! We did not wear wingtips, oxfords, sandals, “Flip

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.    For Chapter 14 Click Here      “Bilbo would often say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs

    First, I want to point out that I was not putting down the television drama (yes, that is what it is) Sons of Anarchy in my last article. To be perfectly honest, I have never even seen an entire episode. Second, I wasn’t putting down the people who enjoy watching the show (my

    Since the spring of 1994 I have not stayed in one place for longer than two months. These exploits cover the whole of the US, Canada and Mexico, too. Through the years I’ve gained the ability to simply move into any town, make it my home, then stay as long as I like.

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.    For Chapter 13 Click Here    “Roll with the mystery. Life’s uncertain, just be comfortable with that…why fight it?” –Indian Larry      “It’s the

Part Two – to read Part One please CLICK HERE     Finally, Saturday! Race day was here, and right off the bat we got rain, it didn’t last long. It cleared right up and just washed the track for us. Everyone was cooled off and ready to go. The Pirate Wenches suited up with

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.   For Chapter 12 Click Here   “Hopefully we’ll be able to honor Larry and do right by what he would dig and have some fun

    One of the strangest aspects of a drifter’s life is the fact that he has almost no permanent reality of his own. Most every man has his own reality; his job, woman, friends, family, home, dog, etc. The things he loves and the things he only tolerates in his world. In this way

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.   For Chapter 11 Click Here     “We’ll probably never know why,” answered Larry, “the dome was made to lure lost riders then make them

    The time spent in Billings, Mt. was unusually strange, if not a little fantastic; but the story I’d like to tell didn’t begin until two weeks later in Kansas.    Just after Sturgis, while on the road to Montana, the weld on my transmission’s shifting arm (I always weld those damn things) broke.

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.   For Chapter 10 Click Here       “I’m flesh again,” said a newly formed but rapidly aging, Augie, “but not for long.”    Not

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer.     For Chapter 8 Click Here      Riding off the ramp and onto the dome’s roof gave me permission to breathe; I don’t think I’d

  Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer.   For Chapter 7 Click Here     Two seconds later and from what seemed like far underground I could hear Charon’s voice, “It’s not what

Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.   For Chapter 6 CLICK HERE      Name’s Christopher Jax but people call me Jax. It’s been a week since I escaped from Ma n’

  Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013. For Chapter 5 Click Here       Larry’s ten minutes of winding his way downhill with me as a passenger brought us into a warmer

For Chapter 4 Click Here   Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.    “When I die I want to meet God and say, what the hell were you thinking, like what were

  For Chapter 3 Click Here    Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.        “Hold on to yourself Bartlett, you’re twenty feet short.”   —Steve McQueen     …from the movie THE

For Chapter 2 click here     Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.     “With the right bike, on the right day, on the right road, I feel like I’m one with

Chapter 1 – Click here    Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version August 6, 2013.   “Less is more, with lots of things put into tight places; so nothing interrupts you from appreciating the true

Editor’s note: The following story was reprinted from the book, “Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemyer. Revised version July 31, 2013.     “When I die I want to meet God and say, what the hell were you thinking, like what were you thinking?”   —Indian Larry