Heat Wave
The two wheels I love
Have taken retreat
Keep roasting my ass
On black leather seat
The lack of rain nice
With roads that are dry
But your glaring heat
Makes a biker fry
I am turning red
Wind burnt in your breeze
Engine heat feels like
A thousand degrees
Smell of roasting meat
To my nose does rise
As red-hot header
Roasts my inner thighs
Oh, God, not again
Another stoplight
The absence of wind
A terrible plight
I always loved you
But not this harsh fire
I can smell rubber
Melting off my tire
I do not want rain
I pray that you stay
And if you can’t stop
I’ll ride any way
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Words of a true biker!
Thanks sis!
so funny and loyal to the bike!
I can’t recall how many times before I wished I lived somewhere warmer…😎
Brilliant! A great poem! Love the rhyme and the way you describe what it is to ride in the scorching heat of summer. Thank God that it has cooled off considerably here in Valencia! All the best my friend!
And the best to you brother! Thank you!
My pleasure my brother!
LOL. Been there! And you so poetically and eloquently describe the experience to a T!
Thanks DC!
To bike or not to bike—that is the question.
Indeed it is Pete! Thanks for reading!
Brad this is a great poem about the elements a biker must endure. I love the rhythm of this piece. The bike your character, very cleaver as always.
I have been gone four days so forgive me if I have missed some of your gorgeous writing. A chance to see my daughter and young grandchildren was a blessing.
Sending love and many hugs to you Brad. 🤗💕❤️❤️Jonikins
I am glad you had time with your family! Sending love back on gossamer wings! 💖💝💘
Yea, I love the thought of light wings sending love. Thank you my friend. Big hugs 🤗 Jonikins
I can feel the heat – never thought of how hot a motorcycle must get! Nice job of putting the sensation into a poem!
Thanks, Jim! It is only a problem on the hottest of days, but at least the windows are down the whole time…LOL!
I can see why you would want a breeze!
I always feel bad for bikers riding in the rain. I remember when I got caught in the rain while riding on a boat. The rain pelting against my skin hurt way worse than I thought it would. I never really thought about how hot it must get, especially during the dog days of summer. I hope that fall is warm, beautiful, and extended so you can spend a little more time with your two wheeled love before putting her away. ❤
You are so very kind! If you ride long enough, you eventually get wet at some point, and as you said, that can be miserable. Looks like some fair weather this weekend, so I get my miles in! Much love sent your way!