We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

Three amigos plus one rendezvous at Harley to ride.

The near horizon is overcast, but our spirits are bright.

Our gear is checked, we make last minute calls-

On our way to Jackson via Idaho Falls.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

Our Road Captain, Nicki, takes the lead, we have nothing to fear.

Followed by Susie, then Lois, and CeElla brings up the rear.

As we venture North we had nary a care.

The weather’s promise was made clear, the further North we did bear.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

Just prior to I.F. the traffic was thin,

And the day told of great promise within.

On Nicki’s left, passed a truck and flat trailer loaded with large branches and such.

Should have been “a covered load”, we all thought as much.

It was shedding branches and leaves here and there and bouncing with its girth.

We slowed down from 70, and gave him wide berth.

Nicki ducked several times to avoid the debris,

Next thing we witnessed, the whole load broke free!

And there was a bonus—

A red metal hand truck came bouncing right toward us.

70 MPH and leaping so high,

First to the left and two to the right.

A quick summersault, it was still in flight!

Six more bounces, Nicki veers to the right.

Nicki, Nicki, Nicki-Will she be alright?

The amigos are braking and swerving in direction that are safe

The cars behind us are acting with haste.

The language we are using is not in good taste!

The truck driver just now realizes his load isn’t there.

The amigos surface unscathed, and say a quick prayer.

“Thank you, God, for Your safe care.”

A change of route Nicki ensues….

Highway 26 serves as our new venue.

Pulling up to a light, a happy couple approves

Of four lady Harley riders on the move.

We dismount for gas and re-live what transpired,

Draw a deep breath, and check all our tires.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

Swan Valley is up next on our ride.

There’s a big Snake on the left,

A graceful gliding hawk on the right.

The beauty of the valley is and awesome sight.

A few minutes wait for road repair; it’s a small plight.

Jackson holds the promise of a great lunch, and fun window-shopping.

As the mountain road winds, the raindrops start falling.

It’s steep and twisty, so we slow the pace.

We arrive safely to check out the place.

Harley of Jackson for viewing,

Famous Bubba’s BBQ for chewing.

Three amigos plus one agree to suit-up

For the storm pending ride back home.

The black clouds overhead look really forlorn.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

We ride to suit-up at the friendly Chevron,

The challenge of adorning rain gear is full-on.

Jackets and slick pants come out of the bags.

We help each other with our rain rags.

Somehow Susie’s boot gets tangled a lot.

The next thing she knows, she’s really up sought.

Down ‘tween the pump and her Harley she’s caught.

Were it not for helmet, she’d have a concussion!

And so now the hysteria starts to gush in.

Laughter set in so hard we can’t see straight.

Then Lois gives Susie help up. She’s a good friend, first rate.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

The route up 26 past Palisades brings us back home.

So we ride in the rain till we stop for a square ice cream cone.

Swan Valley holds the promise of a quick rest and a treat.

We are surrounded by caring strangers, several that we meet.

They are concerned for our safety and offer advice.

We exchange info with riders from California.

They just stopped for directions, gas, and to say, “We Warn Ya.”

“There’s a mean storm a brewing over the pass.”

As we enjoy our ice cream we can see it’s first class.

Bolts of lightning and loud claps of thunder,

There’s an eve there, so we huddle down under.

We watch the light show till it starts to pass by-

It’s time to mount up, we are ready to fly.

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

The storm doesn’t hinder our courage or pride.

We are undaunted, there’s no place to hide.

So it’s on to the Falls

As the winding highway calls.

The heavens separate and it turn crystal clear,

So we pull over and separate ourselves from our raingear.

It’s cooler by now, the clock’s striking 5:00.

We agree it’s great to ride Harleys and feel so alive!

So it’s the freeway to Blackfoot and then the old highway

There are horses on the left and cattle on the right.

The clean smell of fresh rain washed hay is a delight.

As the City of Pocatello is beckoning into sight.

We make our plan to split off at each home.

We each arrive safely, to tell of our roam.

This ride will be commemorated with a custom made patch.

Next year’s ride plans are already beginning to hatch!

We Are Four Ladies Who Ride

By Susie Rupp- 2007

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