tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post6432153999362458533..comments2023-12-11T03:32:58.722-05:00Comments on Twisted Roads By Jack Riepe: The Sexual Pheromone Of My First Motorcycle...Jack Riepehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-88968531752852850772011-08-09T20:25:37.156-04:002011-08-09T20:25:37.156-04:00Enjoyed reading your post Jack. Maybe this gal is ...Enjoyed reading your post Jack. Maybe this gal is using pheromones.:)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.luvessentials.com/work.html" rel="nofollow"><b>do pheromones work</b></a>eula_whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10102514857044473415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-7308577480968192462011-05-06T17:43:38.953-04:002011-05-06T17:43:38.953-04:00Awesome tale Jack. Really enjoyed it.
Hang in the...Awesome tale Jack. Really enjoyed it.<br /><br />Hang in there.<br /><br />-BuddhaThe Armed Christianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05033003471578386807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-7785619696974360912011-05-06T16:45:25.398-04:002011-05-06T16:45:25.398-04:00Mr. Jack,
Was this ladies name Alice? Today marks...Mr. Jack,<br /><br />Was this ladies name Alice? Today marks the third time she was waltzed in than out of my life. Each time that jagged edge seems just a bit deeper. <br /><br />She did leave a tin of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies on my door step for my 50th today. The text message states they are safe to eat. Would you like one?<br /><br />fasthairfasthairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16578895011107651084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-48313009050585505052011-05-06T13:55:11.425-04:002011-05-06T13:55:11.425-04:00We didn't grow up in even remotely close time ...We didn't grow up in even remotely close time periods. Yet every time I read one of your stories, it's like I'm recalling memories I never had, from a time period I never saw. <br /><br />Thank you for all the great posts.redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12631873754575187093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-70698548516831428682011-05-04T17:16:40.259-04:002011-05-04T17:16:40.259-04:00Another enjoyable read Jack. Your responses to the...Another enjoyable read Jack. Your responses to the comments were almost better than the story itself.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06606446271603142230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-75352267637288982392011-05-04T13:48:18.692-04:002011-05-04T13:48:18.692-04:00real whisky lacks the 'e'. Can't put a...real whisky lacks the 'e'. Can't put anything over you it seems. <br />I am past fishing for trout in the D & R Canal(horrid hatchery rainbows are like Irish whis..., never mind), haven't had a NJ license in a decade. I'm up for a trip to trout fish in the ADKs or on the Antietam anytime you are. Kayak or canoe at the ready!! Dave Z would be happy to oblige, I'm certain. Scotch optional, cigars as they apply.I clarify, Ihornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-31363239117607190222011-05-04T12:04:11.788-04:002011-05-04T12:04:11.788-04:00Dear Gary France:
By the time I retired from such...Dear Gary France:<br /><br />By the time I retired from such things, I was able to open a brasierre using nothing but telepathy and my patented battered baby seal look. But life has other compensations now. Let's face it, sitting on a motorcycle and hitting the starter button always produces a little thrill, does it not? <br /><br />And on the rare occasions when a start is not forthcoming, the disappointment is worse tha not having a date on prom night. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-55280473313256399152011-05-04T12:00:19.864-04:002011-05-04T12:00:19.864-04:00Dear Mr. Sypko:
Irish whisky (spelled without the...Dear Mr. Sypko:<br /><br />Irish whisky (spelled without the "e") lacks only the bogginess of Scotch whiskey (spelled with the "e"). It should be noted that true Irish Warrior Poets would no more drink green beer then they would smoke a green cigar (spelled claro,claro, without the "e").<br /><br />Green beer is consumed by fat, stupid American slobs on March 17th, a day they revere as it allows them to piss in the street with impunity, or so they think. It should be the law that you cannot celebrate St. Paddy's day without having to read two Irish authors.<br /><br />The closest I ever came to truly delighting in Scotch was the last time you and I sat around a campfire, smoking cigars (maduro, without the "e"), and you poured me a cup. Are the trout still running in the D&R Canal? Wouldn't it be great to catch a couple?<br /><br />Or are you beyond that at this point?<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-69559427917579797822011-05-04T11:46:54.608-04:002011-05-04T11:46:54.608-04:00Dear Lady Ridesalot:
Please be advised that if im...Dear Lady Ridesalot:<br /><br />Please be advised that if images of me pop into your head while showering, then you are one of hundreds of lucky women. I suggest you savor the experience. <br /><br />It is interesting that the last two stories published in Twisted Roads have evoked a lot of memories for a lot of people. I ike to think I can write about stuff that others can relate to... It was amazing art how many guys, and a few ladies, have found themselves in very similar circumstances. <br /><br />A woman I'd been seeing once said to me, "I hate long goodbyes and suck at writing letters, so have a good life." It was just like getting kicked in the balls. <br /><br />It's amazing looking back, however, at how narrowly some of us escaped getting the woman or man of our dreams.<br /><br />Thanks for reading Twisted Roads, and for writing in. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-74983790788791983742011-05-04T11:31:59.338-04:002011-05-04T11:31:59.338-04:00Dear Michael Cantwell:
I would never be one to un...Dear Michael Cantwell:<br /><br />I would never be one to underestimate your superhero powers. In fact, I suspect your repertoire not only includes animals, but insects as well. Do you remember the day you showed me the ant lions in the garden of my Adirondack house? <br /><br />Actually, you caught a black ant the size of .44 cal bullet, and the damn thing had fangs on it like a cobra. As I recall, it bit you and wouldn't let go. Then you knocked it off into the ant lion cone trap, where it was executed by the inhabitant.<br /><br />Then there was the spider demonstration too...<br /><br />I remember them all.<br /><br />We have to ride this summer. If you get down here on the Monday before he rally, maybe we can hit North Bowers Beach on Tuesday. Leslie wants to remind you that you are always welcome here. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • Toad<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-45178584337523273452011-05-04T08:35:13.937-04:002011-05-04T08:35:13.937-04:00Dear Jack,
I am a Jack-of-all-trades. Don't se...Dear Jack,<br />I am a Jack-of-all-trades. Don't sell short <i><b>my</b></i> ability to use the battered baby [insert cute baby animal of the month here] method.<br />MichaelCantwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17512417293017303810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-19992341192513578212011-05-04T08:31:36.901-04:002011-05-04T08:31:36.901-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Cantwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17512417293017303810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-82457194713617168212011-05-04T07:24:28.752-04:002011-05-04T07:24:28.752-04:00Dear Mr. Riepe,
Heartbreak... it get's us all...Dear Mr. Riepe,<br /><br />Heartbreak... it get's us all. I remember when my BF of 2 years (during 10th and 11th in High School) came home after a family vacation (where his family went with another family who had a teenage daughter our age at the time) and announced to me that we needed to breakup. WTF?? I was devastated! <br /><br />Even his parents acted weird which blew my mind because they just looooved me! Well, it all came to light a couple months later when the before mentioned teenage daughter started growing very fat! Next thing ya know... there's a wedding. <br /><br />I got the last laugh, however, as my brothers love to fill me in on the life and times of Mr. Wonderful whenever I visit back home. Trust me... I was the fortunate one!<br /><br />I did learn something very valuable in reading your post. <br />No more "what's on sale" for me! I've got to revive my secret weapon! (I wondered why he's been getting attitude lately!)<br /><br />I'm just scared YOU'RE gonna pop in my head every time I reach for my shampoo of choice. What will I do then?<br /><br />Your Honeysuckle scented friend,<br />Lady RLady R (Di)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08253802136989789026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-43600480556197917342011-05-03T15:56:42.738-04:002011-05-03T15:56:42.738-04:00, has no merit. Irish whisky(note the correct spel..., has no merit. Irish whisky(note the correct spelling) has neither depth nor breadth. Along with green beer and Irish romance it is a falsehood that persists only as a target of ridicule. Scotch whiskey (again stop using the dictionary as a mounting step) has a broader personality and a varied excellence that far surpasses any other alcoholic beverage. Next trip up North I shall instruct you. Hope it's soon!!Your opinion, Ihornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-10237087479366541432011-05-03T15:27:29.431-04:002011-05-03T15:27:29.431-04:00Dear Jack,
Undoing a brassiere for the first time...Dear Jack,<br /><br />Undoing a brassiere for the first time is very exciting, but nowhere as satisfying as realising you have had sufficient practice to learn how to do it with one hand. <br /><br />I am glad you kept the shirt.<br /><br />I’d be delighted if my blogs name graved your destinations list. Thank you for asking.<br /><br />GaryGary Francehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05163380727432573785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-75427537828247484112011-05-03T13:51:44.744-04:002011-05-03T13:51:44.744-04:00Dear Conchscooter:
Your comment gave me the first...Dear Conchscooter:<br /><br />Your comment gave me the first real laugh I had in a week. I once dated a woman who might have driven me gay, if I hadn't met her sister on the way out. I call this the "natural realignment of the cockroach mating ethic."<br /><br />Your definition of Scotch cannot be improved upon. I want Ihor and Brady to copy it into a note book 500 times each. <br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-82661594786856923362011-05-03T13:43:06.522-04:002011-05-03T13:43:06.522-04:00Dear Ihor:
You and Brady should do a regular broa...Dear Ihor:<br /><br />You and Brady should do a regular broadcast on NPR, called "The Scotch Hour." During that time you could have audience members call in and suggest other things that give Scotch its distinctive taste: like gym socks, medical waste, manure, political speeches, carrion, and spitoons. <br /><br />I think it would go rather well. It should be noted that St. Patrick invented Irish whiskey, when he drove a snake (or a divorce lawyer) into a barrel of Scotch and purified it. The last Scots saint invented fucking golf. <br /><br />Thanks for writing in and helping to establish the range for future volleys. If I could only duck and cover.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-78681945498246365712011-05-03T13:35:13.995-04:002011-05-03T13:35:13.995-04:00Dear Cantwell (Mike):
Cynicism does not become yo...Dear Cantwell (Mike):<br /><br />Cynicism does not become you. Chris Wolfe can get away with it because he keeps to the shadows, and never steps out into the light. (Would you if your bike was painted piss yellow?) I showed your comment to Leslie (Stiffie), who claimed you probably did cry a little at the end, and that I should make allowances for your depth of sensitivity. <br /><br />I replied, "Depth of sensitivity! He rides a K75." <br /><br />Her response was "Then you should know."<br /><br />"Exactly," I replied. I stand by my original conclusion. <br /><br />I look forward to riding with you and Carl next month.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jsack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-40318258920008863762011-05-03T13:29:03.661-04:002011-05-03T13:29:03.661-04:00Dear Mr. Bregstein (Dick):
The days when I could ...Dear Mr. Bregstein (Dick):<br /><br />The days when I could comfortably sip whiskey out of the bottle and ride off into the sunset are far behind me. I was a slow learner and it took me a few years to figure out where all those horrendus headaches were coming from. <br /><br />Now that I have nothing to prove to anyone (at least not to anyone who counts), I feel perfectly comfortable drinking dark rum cut with diet coke. The days when I could swagger into a room like a moto-pirate are over. (Do you remember the time we rode out to the Whip Tavern for lunch and the elderly lady (with the walker) held the door for me? <br />I thought you were going to piss yourself laughig. Looking at me, it can be said that the mighty have fallen... But it was a low-side as far as I am concerned. <br /><br />I think this weekend may be the riding opportunity I've been waiting for.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-82132722555134983222011-05-03T13:21:51.959-04:002011-05-03T13:21:51.959-04:00Dear Nikos:
It is every man'sright to make a ...Dear Nikos:<br /><br />It is every man'sright to make a fool of himself before a woman, or several, at least once in his life. However, this scenario is best played out in total privacy — especially if you have friends like mine — who will remind him (or you) of it forever. <br /><br />It is also recommended that public displays of loopiness be kept to a minimum, especially if you go around in a uniform that would become an 18th century French admiral or the doorman to a ritzy 5th Avenue address. I make no reference to Camilla as the woman may possess skills not readily apparent. <br /><br />Your kind comment has called to my maggot-ridden mind another story that I will draft for next week. This is not the first time your comments have done this. Many thanks.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-75640586205371758552011-05-03T13:14:05.373-04:002011-05-03T13:14:05.373-04:00I have two theories: one is straight men despise g...I have two theories: one is straight men despise gay men because gay men have more and better sex with each other. They don't have to put up with all this farting around asking her how she feels, flowers etc etc...only to end up with some irrational reason why a great friendship would be wrecked.<br />The other isScotch Whiskey is Scotland's idea of a joke that went wrong somewhere and everyone started to take it seriously. Far too seriously.<br />Neither theory has served me at all well in life.Conchscooterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08016331487463993200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-87458368265030929762011-05-03T13:05:27.255-04:002011-05-03T13:05:27.255-04:00Dear Gary:
Isn't it amazing how many of the g...Dear Gary:<br /><br />Isn't it amazing how many of the guys who responded to this piece all have a similar tale? In fact, I'm betting most of them have multiple tales like this one, in which they get close to grabbing the brass ring, which slips from their fingers at the last moment. <br /><br />I used to think it was just me... But now I realize it is every quarter turn on the circle of life. <br /><br />I also used to think there was nothing quite as exciting as undoing a brasierre for the first time... But that pales in comparison with the first time a woman climbs onto the pillion and puts her arms around you. A simple twist of the throttle at a judicious moment can turn a casual embrace into a python hold, that can escalate into almost anything. <br /><br />I never really tossed out that shirt. A clever woman I was treating to my patented "battered baby seal look" checked the size and noted, "This was never yours." <br /><br />Sadly... How true that statement was. She thought it was a poor trophy for last place.<br /><br />Gary, would you mind if I added your blog to my "destinations" list? I've been meaning to ask you for the past fewe weeks.<br /><br />Thanks for reading my drivel and for dropping me a line.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-14342515536663841392011-05-03T12:52:15.875-04:002011-05-03T12:52:15.875-04:00Dear BlueKat:
Romance is like oxygen. If you look...Dear BlueKat:<br /><br />Romance is like oxygen. If you look carefully, it is all around us... And you need it to live, or at least to live in a style worth writing about. Tell me something, was Ralph fat, or just a bad closer? <br /><br />I learned one thing from "Cretin:" Every woman wants a bad boy at least once. And a motorcycle is a good indication of an apple that has turned. <br /><br />I have met the most eclectic women on earth and don't regret a single one of them... Even the ones that left me in the third-degree burn unit. If nothing else, I came away with some really interesting stories. <br /><br />Thanks for reading my tripe and for leaving a comment.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • Toad<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-21048578936224754712011-05-03T12:36:38.065-04:002011-05-03T12:36:38.065-04:00Dear Scooter In The Sticks (Steve):
Regarding you...Dear Scooter In The Sticks (Steve):<br /><br />Regarding your observation, "Do they ever end the way we want them to," the ansswer is "yes," but not the majority of the time. <br /><br />There were three women in my life who got away. One, because she had a thing for roofers, and I am to a roofer what a walrus is to a jaguar. (I actually got to take this one on a vacation to an American resort. There is nothing like travel to bring out the differences in a couple.) <br /><br />She got clean away.<br /><br />And there was another who got repeatedly away over a twenty-year stretch. The true love of my love once described this situation as saying, "The only romance you ever got out of this was to get jerked off, and that was figuratively."<br /><br />The third one was the affair of the century. It made up for five years of stalled adolescence. But the crash and burn that followed left me sick for two years. It wasn't until I met a certain woman, with a voice and touch like warm honey, that all previous damage was erased. <br /><br />It should be noted that I lived with a few people, and got married a few times over this same period. If nothing else, I am an optomist.<br /><br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428154721977251894.post-57712799953566680192011-05-03T12:18:16.235-04:002011-05-03T12:18:16.235-04:00Dear Ken:
I wrote this story especially for Steve...Dear Ken:<br /><br />I wrote this story especially for Steve Williams and Stacy Bolt to prove that there were plenty of times when the hero did not get the girl. In fact, I am embarrassed to admit the number of times I was left standing at the alter, with my pants around my ankles. <br /><br />My wild adolescence did not actually start until I was nearly 20, and quite frankly, it was as wild as the periodicals section of the Library of Congress. I did eventually catch up, but that's an entirely different story. <br /><br />Thanks for reading and for writing in...<br />Fondest regards,<br />Jack • reep • ToadJack Riepehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531160098262862027noreply@blogger.com