tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post1869928773816383264..comments2023-12-11T03:32:58.722-05:00Comments on Twisted Roads By Jack Riepe: The Ride To Nowhere... Something Just For HerJack Riepehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-76476783645470491162012-06-22T12:14:22.125-04:002012-06-22T12:14:22.125-04:00Dear Brady:
It is always a pleasure to find a not...Dear Brady:<br /><br />It is always a pleasure to find a note from you in my "in" box. I find myself agreeing with Thomas Payne in that "These are the times that try mens souls..." I never anticipated I'd be sick for nearly three months, and virtually unable to sit up and write. <br /><br />Still, I found myself reading stupid platitudes on FaceBook, and saying, "Fuck this... I will beat this with sheer willpower." While my frequency on this blog faltered, I am trying to make up for lost time. <br /><br />I look forward reading about your rides, and your triumphs over adversity in the garage or kitchen... Wherever you pull a bike apart.<br /><br />You'll be riding long before me. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-1070141767921718142012-06-22T12:02:18.053-04:002012-06-22T12:02:18.053-04:00Dear Thou:
It really is you... I knew it the seco...Dear Thou:<br /><br />It really is you... I knew it the second I saw the comment signed "Her."<br /><br />It really is you... I cannot believe you're reading my nonsense, willingly (apparently). The best is yet to come, however. I seem to have a new command of the material, and a greater awareness of the purpose of the language. <br /><br />The reluctant acceptance of this story by the readers who commented is very gratifying. None can willingly believe the details. And none has determined the methodology used to write the piece, other than implied abject falsehood. <br /><br />Yet, any man who has ever written to a women, and gotten a response, will acknowledge that your comment is genuine, both in its implications and that it came from a woman. Therefore, the essence of the story is true... Which we both know it is.<br /><br />Who would believe that a four letter word, allegedly expressed in Latin, could evoke such powerful memories (at least for me)? And I tricked you into saying it. And in my mind, I saw your lips form the word. And it was worth it. (I would tell you that that was the whole point of this exercise, but you would know better.) <br /><br />Well, the leper cannot change his spots... But we know that. <br /><br />(The expression is "The leopard cannot change his spots." But the above statement was uttered by a dear relative of mine from Jersey City, since deceased. I love her version best.) <br /><br />If you liked the manner and style in which I handled this piece, the motorcycle book is going to make you proud. It is like nothing I have ever written before, with one chapter leading into the next. It is the corruption and purification of a rider/writer, who always nails himself to his own crosses... But written for the smile, as so many have have come to expect from me.<br /><br />"Thou, Mariko-san." <br /><br />Yours,<br />BlackthornJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-82468119554440534672012-06-22T11:31:34.562-04:002012-06-22T11:31:34.562-04:00Mr. Riepe,
I'm glad to see you're still i...Mr. Riepe,<br /><br />I'm glad to see you're still in fine form even though I haven't been able to keep tabs on you during my latest busy session. I was busy where the hills are alive with the sound of music and there was once smoke on the water and fire in the sky. Hope life hasn't shit on you in the mean time. <br /><br />Brady<br />Behind Bars - Motorcycles and LifeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03424120592303852860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-59857366974034128112012-06-22T11:07:07.432-04:002012-06-22T11:07:07.432-04:00ThouThouAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-50846224150180402582012-06-22T03:46:58.013-04:002012-06-22T03:46:58.013-04:00Dear Her:
I said, "Somewhere in the world, i...Dear Her:<br /><br />I said, "Somewhere in the world, if a certain woman is readng this story, then she is laughing." If this is you, then I am really surprised that you are reading my stuff. But I am not surprised that you're laughing. I called that shot right. I would have been inclined to dismiss this as a prank by one of my readers, except you signed it "Her." <br /><br />That has a startling ring of creative finesse... The kind of finesse that will keep me sniffing the wind forever, looking for a lost scent that I am half convinced I must have inagined in the first place. <br /><br />Now, as you are aware, I never call any woman I have written to, or for, by her name. If this is you, what was the Latin word the two said to each other when they needed to convey an emotion, without being understood by those around them?<br /><br />Only one person in the world would understand that. And if you know that word, then you know the hidden riddle of this story, and a critical aspect of how I write. And you should know that making an exceptionally pretty woman smile is always my primary objectve, whenever I sit at a keyboard. <br /><br />With some surprise tonight...<br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-67073657450375736312012-06-21T22:54:28.106-04:002012-06-21T22:54:28.106-04:00I remember this day perfectly. Bravo, my dear.
An...I remember this day perfectly. Bravo, my dear.<br /><br />And thanks for the story.<br /><br />xo<br /><br />HerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-33085201888684861032012-06-21T14:44:26.858-04:002012-06-21T14:44:26.858-04:00Dear Radar:
If you read all of the comments here,...Dear Radar:<br /><br />If you read all of the comments here, you will note I claimed that "somewhere a woman is reading this and laughing over it."<br /><br />The only time I related an event in a story, romantic or otherwise, is when I think there is some sort of lesson for the reading. In many cases, men are reading my stuff and saying, "There for the grace of God go I." And for my women readers, many are saying, "That son of a bitch got exactly what he deserved." <br /><br />I got fried by a woman so thoroughly in the early '90's that I thought I was going to lose my mind. (I did for a while.) I had no way to express the maddening frustration that crushed my brain like a sledgehammer. And then I thought of two separate incidents that had occurred during that two-year affair. The circumstances were absolutely ludicrous... But true. And so two chapters appeared in the cigar book: "The Smoking Dog of Schiller's Corners" and when "Smoke Gets In Your Lies." <br /><br />The details are accurate... But obscured to the point that unless you were a witness to the event, you'd never be able to figure it out. I always wondered if that woman ever got a copy of the book and read it. My former secretary did, and remarked, "You got her ass good... And she deserved it."<br /><br />However, a former lover I respect and admire once said to me, "Do you know how a woman gives herself absolution? By brushing her teeth." <br /><br />Guys don't stand a chance. Ever.<br /><br />Good luck with your former soulmate. There is no expiration date on romance. <br /><br />Thanks for reading Twisted Roads.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-80227085639010255332012-06-21T14:31:29.677-04:002012-06-21T14:31:29.677-04:00Dear Anonymous BMW AirHead:
I am delighted to rea...Dear Anonymous BMW AirHead:<br /><br />I am delighted to read that you and a "soulmate" are again in communication. There is nothing like hearing a female voice that restores your soul from time to time. I have "soul-mated" four times in my life. In each case, I thought it was forever. It is the last one that will set me wandering across the rest of my life laced with regret forever, as far as I ever regret anything.<br /><br />But, I have had a thing for a woman I met in high school over 40 years ago. She and I chat from time to time. Do you know what she really likes about me? That I am 400 miles away and not likely to knock on her door anytime soon. If I lived across the street, she'd enter the witness protection program. <br /><br />Actually, I met my last lover in the Witness Protection Program... She was testifying against me in a case exposing an editorial quality control scam.<br /><br />Thanks for reading Twisted Roads.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-65086756725960130412012-06-21T14:23:56.788-04:002012-06-21T14:23:56.788-04:00Dear Wooley Bugger:
I have n idea why you don'...Dear Wooley Bugger:<br /><br />I have n idea why you don't drop by more often either. Then again, I have to apologize to you. I just started reading your #1 blog with gusto, and liked it so much I added it to my "Destinations" list. I hope you don't mind. You're in there with some pretty desperate company.<br /><br />By the way, your remark was the second funniest thing I read this week. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-68382340393370393872012-06-21T14:20:53.911-04:002012-06-21T14:20:53.911-04:00Dear Ken:
When confronted with a red hot lap danc...Dear Ken:<br /><br />When confronted with a red hot lap dancer, who is insisting on $25 when only $17 is available, you hsve two choices. <br /><br />1) Give her the $17 and your watch. <br />2) Go out to the bike, pull off the GPS and sell it at the bar. Then ride the pony until that money is gone, reserving the original $17 for gas.<br /><br />Glad to be of help on this one. <br /><br />Thanks for reading Twisted Roads.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-6043883993310477772012-06-21T08:54:04.963-04:002012-06-21T08:54:04.963-04:00Remind me never to have a tantalizing affair with ...Remind me never to have a tantalizing affair with you...you kiss and tell! Excellent story, though I wonder if your seat caused you to have a woody the entire trip?Radarhttp://www.thunderroadlodge.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-81461525783847434562012-06-21T04:04:57.665-04:002012-06-21T04:04:57.665-04:00Great read...as always. Congtrats!It is rare in t...Great read...as always. Congtrats!It is rare in this life to meet the person that makes you smile...while you are together and then long afterward. Looks like you found one of those. I am another one of the few that met their soulmate and life partner. Although we aren't together now, we talk frequently and wish we were.<br /><br />Airhead (BMW, of course)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-38217278215725028152012-06-20T21:22:25.319-04:002012-06-20T21:22:25.319-04:00I remember that day, damn near fell off the scaffo...I remember that day, damn near fell off the scaffold. The two of you were done before I finished my cigarette though. Heh.<br /><br />Don't know why I don't get over here more often for the reads.WooleyBuggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15731631725262074662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-82812324594892972942012-06-20T18:20:57.024-04:002012-06-20T18:20:57.024-04:00Dear Mr. Jersey Shakespeare,
I kind of, almost, so...Dear Mr. Jersey Shakespeare,<br />I kind of, almost, sorta had the same thing happen to me (sans kiss) many years ago.<br />As she ran her pointer fingernail up the inside of my thigh she whispered in my ear, "Lap dance $25.00"<br />I could barely breath, let alone speak, but since I only had $17.00 I just shook my head (insert snicker here...) 'no'.Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10224016448511521446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-88102430766545868252012-06-20T14:54:42.832-04:002012-06-20T14:54:42.832-04:00Dear Anonymous:
It is always a pleasure to hear f...Dear Anonymous:<br /><br />It is always a pleasure to hear from an accomplished trombone player. I'm crushed to learn that there will be no more solo performances. Things could have been worse though... They could have been painting the inside of that room, and just thrown a tarp over us. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack<br /><br />PS: I guess you decided not to shave my initials into your pubic hair. If you did, however, could you send me a photo?Jack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-10993691270115159572012-06-20T14:48:51.724-04:002012-06-20T14:48:51.724-04:00Dear Curt:
When you get a chance, send me your na...Dear Curt:<br /><br />When you get a chance, send me your name, address and telephone number to my email jack.riepe™gmail.com, with the note: "Advance Moto Book" in the subject line. The first 1,000 books will be offered this way, with a commemorative inscription on the flyleaf. They will be hand-numbered and worth a buck when I die, which could be soon, according to my fan mail. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-86830621379358864862012-06-20T14:36:23.151-04:002012-06-20T14:36:23.151-04:00So, what do I need to do to Subscribe? Perhaps I&#...So, what do I need to do to Subscribe? Perhaps I'm missing something, as I only read the Droid version of your blog. In any case, please put me on the list for the new one. Also, are your "Twisted Road" T-shirt still available?<br />CurtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-55910307836299180002012-06-20T14:34:43.153-04:002012-06-20T14:34:43.153-04:00You Fucking Prick,
The word on the street was tha...You Fucking Prick,<br /><br />The word on the street was that you are a vindictive prick who always finds a way to shove a stick in someone's eye through a book or a story on this fucking blog. <br /><br />Well we know that's true. My husband printed out a copy of this story, handed it to me at breakfast, and asked, "Do you think this is true? Who could he be talking about?" <br /><br />The only thing I could think to say was, "Who'd seduce a loser like him?" At least you had the sense not to mention names, tattoos, or hair color. You are such a fucking asshole. I hope they scrape your fat, fucking, loser ass off the highway sometime soon. <br /><br />Why can't you ever just leave well enough alone? Most guys go through life getting laid. You just get fucked. Do you think there's a reason for that? <br /><br />Fuck YouAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-38441354107524493102012-06-20T14:19:47.418-04:002012-06-20T14:19:47.418-04:00Dear Curt:
I got a real laugh out of this comment...Dear Curt:<br /><br />I got a real laugh out of this comment... And thanks for you kind, and encouraging, review of my cigar book. The motorcycle book is likely to be my signature work. It represents two major turning points in my life, but is filled with a lot of colorful memories — that I wish I could relive tomorrow. <br /><br />If you scan past episodes of this blog, you will find a story in which a close friend of mine (Cretin) had a liaison with a woman, who was, in fact, a guy. I regret he is no longer around to read my analysis of that night.<br /><br />The Moto book is going to be offered by subscription first... In less than a month. Pleasewatch for the announcement.Jack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-41165596006978621132012-06-20T14:07:35.530-04:002012-06-20T14:07:35.530-04:00Hi Jack
It's me, and that was a beautiful stor...Hi Jack<br />It's me, and that was a beautiful story of our special time together. I'll never forget it. You were wonderful and so understanding of my needs. Everything was perfect, right up to and beyond the point where you discovered my erection. What can I say? I like to dress up once in a while and I like for my lover to have a certain amount of juck in tbe trunk! <br /><br />Just kidding, I didn't realize your gift of being romantic writer as well as funny guy. Keep up the great stories, <br />BTW, to your other gentle readers: if you like Jack's moto-journalism, you'd better get in line for his next book. I was one of the lucky ones to get a copy of his Cigar book and I can't wait for his next one to be available.<br />Curt (Positive Thinker)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-31625333848634821262012-06-20T13:09:36.553-04:002012-06-20T13:09:36.553-04:00Dear MTL Cowgirl:
When I write a story that says ...Dear MTL Cowgirl:<br /><br />When I write a story that says I rode 500 miles, got off the bike, and danced for an hour with a woman in a saloon... Then you know I'm lying. <br /><br />When I write a story that takes place in a motel, chances are pretty good I'm leaving stuff out. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-5574027165530112432012-06-20T12:30:00.663-04:002012-06-20T12:30:00.663-04:00Wait! Don't tell me. Don't tell me. The...Wait! Don't tell me. Don't tell me. Then you woke up. Am I right?mtlcowgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18040378930204771158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-27014565504627840092012-06-19T16:05:02.758-04:002012-06-19T16:05:02.758-04:00Dear Smiley:
As a writer, I am committed to telli...Dear Smiley:<br /><br />As a writer, I am committed to telling the kind of stories that a reader can relate to... The kind of material that draws a reader in... The sort of details that a reader has experienced at some point in their own life. I'm delighted the guys who have responded so far feel the same way.<br /><br />Every guy can relate to the woman in this story at least once. I have had three lovers in my life who branded my soul with their touch. In each case, our separation was as smooth as getting thrown from a high speed train. <br /><br />And yet, someone has to survive these things intact. I'm glad it is likely to be you. Of course, it could be me too... I'm still young and have the survival instincts of a roach. And some hot babe recently claimed my silver hair was attractive. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-66041958790792368662012-06-19T15:56:45.448-04:002012-06-19T15:56:45.448-04:00Dear Dan:
What a nice thing to say. This blog epi...Dear Dan:<br /><br />What a nice thing to say. This blog episode was a bit of an experiment and it borrows its style from my new book. The book will be out next month... And if you liked the Cigar Book, the bike book will thrill you. One chapter leads into the next and it is a detail by detail story of how I have been seduced — by motorcycles. It is my prose at its best.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-61128432377213392562012-06-19T12:43:26.274-04:002012-06-19T12:43:26.274-04:00Hi Jack,
I am speechless! It is very difficult to ...Hi Jack,<br />I am speechless! It is very difficult to follow a post like that one with some kind of comment...but I gotta say something. That one really hit home. The description of this woman is very close to someone very special to me. <br /><br />And the line, "Nothing satisfies the aching hunger in a man’s soul like the taste of a woman’s lips." accurately describes the way I feel with her. <br /><br />I think I have a better chance of something lasting and special with my angel, though. <br /><br />Jersey Shakespeare indeed!<br /><br />Amazingly well done!<br /><br />Smiley.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com