tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post4678020458193320298..comments2023-12-11T03:32:58.722-05:00Comments on Twisted Roads By Jack Riepe: The Throttle Or The Breast...Jack Riepehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-61655027311234887892012-01-12T10:25:02.182-05:002012-01-12T10:25:02.182-05:00Dear Jack,
I am delighted that twisting throttles...Dear Jack,<br /><br />I am delighted that twisting throttles and fondling breasts are two of your favorite activities. Also, I think I speak for women everywhere when I say I fervently hope you never confuse the two actions. Once again, you penned a winner.<br /><br />Karenmtlcowgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09381815597714496485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-26187809985440093222012-01-11T13:27:22.179-05:002012-01-11T13:27:22.179-05:00Dear Anonymous:
There is nothing more satisfying,...Dear Anonymous:<br /><br />There is nothing more satisfying, nor as eerie, as a truly anonymous comment. I’m delighted you liked this piece, which is the general tone of my motorcycle book, to be released this spring. As far as baring my soul goes, that generally requires the assistance of a female reader. One of the folks that has decided to comment publicly is the very first woman who ever threw a leg over my pillion, and me personally. The effect this has had in jogging my memory is astounding. Not only for recalling those instances when my Kawasaki served as a magic carpet for romance, but for thousands of miles I spent on it alone, lost in thought that has still to see the light of day. <br /><br />Thank you for reading Twisted Roads, and for writing in. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-58298731265474009612012-01-11T13:26:41.885-05:002012-01-11T13:26:41.885-05:00Dear Canajun:
Thank you for reading Twisted Roads...Dear Canajun:<br /><br />Thank you for reading Twisted Roads and for writing in — again. You are one of my faithful readers, who makes writing this blog so rewarding.<br /><br />I am very fortunate in having met the Mac-Pac, one of the finest group of riders I have ever encountered anywhere. These are the guys who really taught me the protocols and showed me the ropes, while occasionally throwing me on them. I have covered more miles with Dick Bregstein than any other rider, and he is the ultimate pisser, plus the world’s best straight man. Dick and I have explored high RPMs (in higher gears) on some of the remotest stretches of road, in some of the prettiest places that I can care to think of. There have been more than a few times when the uninitiated might have commented on an unforeseen development, when nothing more than a quick roll of the eyes between the two of us actually said a mouthful. <br /><br />To those who don’t get it, no explanation will do. To fellow riders, no explanation is necessary. <br /><br />Spring is coming. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-51321412802620475722012-01-11T13:25:59.955-05:002012-01-11T13:25:59.955-05:00Dear Beemer Girl (Lori):
I was just thinking of y...Dear Beemer Girl (Lori):<br /><br />I was just thinking of you. I read your last two blogs yesterday and realized that there was some distance between the last two episodes. I can only assume that work and the weather are getting in the way of things again. <br /><br />How are you?<br /><br />The stretch of pavement that is Route 9 in Delaware really doesn’t accommodate a lot of fooling around in terms of speed. First of all, it is a really pretty stretch combing the best of little farms with a seashore atmosphere... You really don’t want to blitz it. In the warm weather (not hot), there are a lot of bicyclists on it, as it is as flat as a pancake. And parts of it are crawling with cops. There is also a neat little local bar — Sambo’s — on the water, as well as three wildlife refuges. Plus there is the added fun that at high tide, the bay comes up and covers the roadway in a number of places. But no matter how you look at it, Route 9 in Delaware is a cool ride. <br /><br />As far as the slab goes... Well, you know how that works. There are just some days when the devil is in the handlebars. There have been times when I have paced myself with truck traffic on I-81 in Virginia, and it is akin to a death wish. I find myself sandwiched between two steel behemoths, with a third coming up on the left, and the feeling is ghastly. The solution is to twist it, letting the genii out of the bottle, and that’s when you realize the trucks are pulling 85 mph. I generally realize this as I go around them, about 20 miles per hour faster. <br /><br />And there are those times, which are not uncommon, when that is the most responsible way to ride.<br /><br />I have missed hearing from you. I’m head-first in the shitter these days, but looking to make a comeback on a grand scale. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-31555527742089878312012-01-11T12:50:39.358-05:002012-01-11T12:50:39.358-05:00Dear Charlie6 (Dom):
Regrettably, it's not li...Dear Charlie6 (Dom):<br /><br />Regrettably, it's not like the good old days of a few years ago. I do not deny that I like to go fast... And there was a time when I would routinely roam into the neighborhood of three digits on the speedo. Yet the emphasis on revenue generation by the authorities have made pushing the envelope a risky proposition these days. <br /><br />So chances are good that if we were riding together, I'd be topping out around 85 or 95 miles per hour. Bobskoot raised this very question, and my answer to him was: If you think riding around at 65 mph is a pisser... Life gets real good around 110. <br /><br />Of course, riding is like investing in the stock market. You should never go beyond the point you can comfortably hit the ground. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-61255431567268290412012-01-11T10:36:47.494-05:002012-01-11T10:36:47.494-05:00I must say that you need to be in exhile for a lon...I must say that you need to be in exhile for a long time. That sir was probably the best writing that you have done to this point. True feelings and emotion that moved my heart and soul and bared yours. Now let's get out there and ride, you must keep your spirit up as I need additional input.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-75397078219789615392012-01-11T09:02:01.824-05:002012-01-11T09:02:01.824-05:00"Dick and I arrived at our destination, opene..."Dick and I arrived at our destination, opened our helmets, and said... Nothing. There was nothing to say."<br /><br />That's the mark of a great ride and a memorable moment, when you and your riding partner(s) have so completely shared in the euphoria of a great ride that nothing needs be said. The smiles say it all.Canajunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17529505799866207528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-66168903029498737502012-01-10T21:38:15.379-05:002012-01-10T21:38:15.379-05:00Hi Riepe!
Geat telling. Some roads are absolutely...Hi Riepe!<br /><br />Geat telling. Some roads are absolutely perfect for a slow romp allowing absorption of the wonderful earthy marsh smell. Others are built for pushing and taking above speed.<br /><br />I see that you wrote Twisted Roads does not advocate irresponsible speed. Does it advocate responsible speed??<br /><br />My Best,<br />Steel CupcakeBeemerGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15239761274177026636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-69623567712327812982012-01-10T19:14:11.513-05:002012-01-10T19:14:11.513-05:00Jack, another great posting full of material I sha...Jack, another great posting full of material I shall digest and hopefully be reminded of as it happens to me.....<br /><br />And yet, the best phrase still that you gifted to us and remains my favorite: motorcycling is as close as a man can come to flying while still touching the ground. I paraphrase of course, but you know what I mean.<br /><br />I fear I would not be able to keep you with you if we were to ride together one day....I've only gone above 100mph once on a motorcycle; it was my beloved 1150RT. The speedo on my R80 maxes out at 85 but am sure I've come close on that one as well. :)<br /><br />dom<br /><br /><a href="http://redlegsrides.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Redleg's Rides</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-14097-Colorado-Motorcycle-Travel-Examiner" rel="nofollow">Colorado Motorcycle Travel Examiner</a>redlegsrideshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10927757855921321097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-79345418933235820242012-01-10T15:10:58.591-05:002012-01-10T15:10:58.591-05:00Dear Kieth:
I have discovered that a can starting...Dear Kieth:<br /><br />I have discovered that a can starting ether is as home in the bedroom as it is in the garage.<br /><br />Thanks for reading and writing in. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-39539779337791392462012-01-10T15:09:09.811-05:002012-01-10T15:09:09.811-05:00Dear MattPie:
Thank you for your kind note and yo...Dear MattPie:<br /><br />Thank you for your kind note and your observation. The Union Of Women Against Riepe was formed when I was 16-years-old at a girl's academy in Jersey City. It went international when I began consorting with blondes with a foreign accent. It's strongrest chapter is now local to Nebraska, where attractive women spit whenever my name is mentioned. <br /><br />I'm delighted you liked the piece.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-63527170281812892002012-01-10T15:05:39.513-05:002012-01-10T15:05:39.513-05:00Dear Nikos:
A cow and gate baby? My family got me...Dear Nikos:<br /><br />A cow and gate baby? My family got me a wet nurse when I was a kid. Her name was Florence Gilhoully and I kept her around until I was 14-years-old. She smoked cigars and sometimes the ash would drop onto the nipples. It was where I acquired a taste for Maduros.<br /><br />Thank you for rwsing Twisted Roads, and for putting Bob Skoot in his place.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reep<br />Twisted RoadsJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-53745544356963012312012-01-10T15:00:57.893-05:002012-01-10T15:00:57.893-05:00Dear SnowQueen:
What a nice thing to say! I am am...Dear SnowQueen:<br /><br />What a nice thing to say! I am amazed that you would read Twisted Roads, considerng the early parts come from the twisted area of my mind. Yet so much of this blog, and my new book, spanned the years you graced the pillion of my Kawasaki. <br /><br />Your gentle touch, kind nature, and exquisite beauty was wasted on me in my late teens and early twenties. The degree to which I was an asshole cannot be easy appreciated by the view from the street. It requires satellite imaging to get the full effect. <br /><br />(I can see you nodding your head at this point, and saying, "Yeah, you were an asshole.")<br /><br />I didn't fully understand the purpose of telling a story thirty-five years ago. It was easy to develop a one-sided punchline, or to bring out an emotion... It has been harder to justify the exercise over the years. If you are asking the reader to come with you for the space of a paragraph or a page, you owe that person something for the favor. And sometimes, information nor opinion is enough.<br /><br />And then there are times when I feel I am writing to someone standing at the edge of the light, at the back of the room, who might still be waiting for my work to amount to something. They are very special and they deserve to see a little progress. <br /><br />SnowQueen, I can easily imagine the velvety quality of your voice, unchanged over the years. But I have despaired of ever hearing it again. On Thursday night, I will stand in the moonlight on the dunes of Cape May. NJ, and throw my cell phone into the ocean. What is the purpose of having an instrument of this nature if not to transmit perfection?<br /><br />I will ask a few passers-by to serve as witnesses, and to help pull me out should I fall in too. You could call me, however. I gave your brother Steven my number. Or you could zap me at jack.riepe@gmail, and I'll send it to you directly.<br /><br />Actually, you have the right idea. Desolation, solitude, and silence become me. I am best left to the wind, the sand, and the surf.<br /><br />As ever,<br />I remain,<br />Fascinated but confused by women,<br />Jack<br /><br />PS:<br /><br />Alan Maddng is a kindly minister/pastor-type of person, with a strong commitment to social consciousness and the human spirit. He is a former moto-journalist/racer who believes I can be saved. (He did not read the fine print.) I cannot imagine he would think you were related to Satan. Wait, has he met Stephen?<br /><br />JR/twJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-32858216531470630282012-01-10T14:52:44.032-05:002012-01-10T14:52:44.032-05:00As much as I enjoy riding, when given the chance I...As much as I enjoy riding, when given the chance I always opt for "the breast". My motorcycle rarely tells me no. My wife, on the other hand...<br /><br />Thanks for another great story, Jack.Keithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13732964183992377463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-26506885162086109892012-01-10T14:02:28.108-05:002012-01-10T14:02:28.108-05:00Dear Dan Hounsel:
Thank you for the compliment......Dear Dan Hounsel:<br /><br />Thank you for the compliment... I try to reach some level of profoundity when I write. Failing in that, I try to reach for a little originality... And when that fails, I reach for the Jamesons Irish Whiskey.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-44087993130094831572012-01-10T14:00:18.458-05:002012-01-10T14:00:18.458-05:00Dear Steve Williams (Publisher of Scooter In The S...Dear Steve Williams (Publisher of Scooter In The Sticks):<br /><br />Thank you for your kind and encouraging note. This blog episode was an off-shoot of something I have been developing for the book. The motorcycle is a metaphore for life... And life is a little different for all of us. <br /><br />I have no real interest in becomig a poet, unless that is really useful in getting laid. There is an advantage to writing 12-hours a daty, in that it takes your mind off your immediate terrors. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-6362331349302090402012-01-10T13:55:47.708-05:002012-01-10T13:55:47.708-05:00Dear Bobskoot:
I must side with Nikos on this one...Dear Bobskoot:<br /><br />I must side with Nikos on this one... As much as I love riding motorcycles, cupping a woman's breast in the moonlight pretty much trumps the throttle... However, the throttle has been useful in getting away from the boyfriends of obliging women.<br /><br />I've been reading your most recent postings, Bob, I just haven't got a lot to say about photyography. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack/reepJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-62626661657108611442012-01-10T13:26:38.302-05:002012-01-10T13:26:38.302-05:00In fact, there was a time when I thought I was goi...<i>In fact, there was a time when I thought I was going to die as the direct result of a breast drought (age 19). It seemed as if every woman I looked at had joined a union, which circulated my picture attached to some kind of a warning.</i><br /><br />I thought it was well past your teens that the union was formed.<br /><br />Great read Jack.MattPiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13478095197681336275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-59081837994342036492012-01-10T04:23:28.473-05:002012-01-10T04:23:28.473-05:00I was a Cow & gate baby.
I caress breasts and...I was a Cow & gate baby.<br /><br />I caress breasts and throttles - I have no idea what bobskoot is banging on about - his V-Strom must have pretty poor pick up?<br /><br />Yours from England, NNikoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03119901226987582553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-73397740047595130222012-01-09T23:12:16.453-05:002012-01-09T23:12:16.453-05:00Dear Jack
I must admit I've been following ...Dear Jack<br /><br /> I must admit I've been following Twisted Roads for awhile. Some stories are embellished (which is your right as an author) but some are alarmingly accurate right down to the smallest detail. You have an amazing memory! <br /> In any case, unlike most of your readers, I can compare your writing to your past stories of 35 years ago.<br /> <br /> You've come into your own voice, which is as good as any best-selling author around. This is your year to write "the book". <br /> I've always believed in you...<br />I was infatuated with the handsome young writer but I loved the man. ( You never did understand women)<br /><br /> SnowQueen<br /><br /><br />P.S. Who is this Alan Madding? For some reason he thinks Satan is my father.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-87021560014562026442012-01-09T22:52:54.700-05:002012-01-09T22:52:54.700-05:00"... Just connected to a sigh."
Mr. Rie..."... Just connected to a sigh."<br /><br />Mr. Riepe, that short line may be one the best I've ever read. You, sir, are a master.Dan Hounshellhttp://danhounshell.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-26488739504170085062012-01-09T20:20:38.466-05:002012-01-09T20:20:38.466-05:00I didn’t always know about breasts and throttles.
...<i>I didn’t always know about breasts and throttles.</i><br /><br />Who does? It's part of the journey towards manhood. Or in some cases womanhood...<br /><br /><i>The motorcycle is a metaphor for life.</i><br /><br />That short statement completely encompasses the reason I ride and write. I've struggled to describe it and there you are with its essence. South Jersey living is turning you into a poet.<br /><br />Another fine post from you Mr. Riepe. They seem to get better all the time. <br /><br />Steve Williams<br /><a href="http://vespalx150.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Scooter in the Sticks</a>Steve Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04540977884513559091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-83657171690803161192012-01-09T18:55:29.468-05:002012-01-09T18:55:29.468-05:00Jack:
Throttle or Breast, that's a hard one ....<b>Jack:</b><br /><br />Throttle or Breast, that's a hard one . . . I'll try caressing my Throttle and see if I get the same sensation<br /><br />bob<br /><a href="http://www.wetcoastscootin.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Riding the Wet Coast</a>Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05258612401956399482noreply@blogger.com