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Do Do Do Do - Do Do Do Do.......
When Little Papa learned he was
going on a long trip to Maine, he was
excited. It had been a year since
he'd been on a really long ride and
even though he had traveled way up
North, he had not yet been to Maine.
going on a long trip to Maine, he was
excited. It had been a year since
he'd been on a really long ride and
even though he had traveled way up
North, he had not yet been to Maine.
Bags packed, he spent the night with Baby Bubba, a plump and portly pug
on the East side of town. In his excitement, Little Papa talked Baby Bubba
all the way to boredom and nobody got a good nights sleep.
on the East side of town. In his excitement, Little Papa talked Baby Bubba
all the way to boredom and nobody got a good nights sleep.
The next morning, Little Papa helped wash the bike that would
carry him to Maine. He worked hard scrubbing bug juice and
polishing saddlebags.
carry him to Maine. He worked hard scrubbing bug juice and
polishing saddlebags.
He even volunteered to buff the
chrome and soon the bike was
sparkling clean and ready to load.
chrome and soon the bike was
sparkling clean and ready to load.
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Loading wasn't his job, so Little Papa took a break on
the porch where he dried out from washing bug juice,
and where he sipped mint julep's until it was almost
time to light that candle and hit the highways.
the porch where he dried out from washing bug juice,
and where he sipped mint julep's until it was almost
time to light that candle and hit the highways.
Rabid Squirrelly
It was Northern PA where Little Papa met Rabid Squirrelly.
Rabid Squirrelly was making the long trip to Maine too and they
had decided to ride there together.
Rabid Squirrelly was making the long trip to Maine too and they
had decided to ride there together.
A sweet and amiable critter, thought
Little Papa, Rabid Squirrelly seemed
polite and pleasant.
He was dressed to the 9's, wearing
his hand-made black coat with
detailed embroidery and felt Fedora
with satin lining.
Little Papa, Rabid Squirrelly seemed
polite and pleasant.
He was dressed to the 9's, wearing
his hand-made black coat with
detailed embroidery and felt Fedora
with satin lining.
They had traveled one-hundred-fifty-nine miles and had stopped for a
break. Little Papa was hungry and since no one had mentioned lunch,
he asked Rabid Squirrelly if he might have some nuts stored away.
break. Little Papa was hungry and since no one had mentioned lunch,
he asked Rabid Squirrelly if he might have some nuts stored away.
"WHAT?" Rabid Squirrelly shrieked, snarling and showing his teeth.
"I was just wondering if you might have some nuts?" Papa said.
"You want nuts? I'll give ya nuts! Get over here you odd little Blue-Boy and I'll give
you nuts. Sure........go ahead...........take my nuts! See if I care."
"I was just wondering if you might have some nuts?" Papa said.
"You want nuts? I'll give ya nuts! Get over here you odd little Blue-Boy and I'll give
you nuts. Sure........go ahead...........take my nuts! See if I care."
Little Papa reluctantly took the nuts. He wasn't sure why Rabid Squirrelly had become so mean
so fast, but he was hungry and the nuts tasted good.
Several minutes passed and Little Papa busied himself munching nuts when...
so fast, but he was hungry and the nuts tasted good.
Several minutes passed and Little Papa busied himself munching nuts when...
Then, Rabid Squirrelly sucked in hot
air and pumped up his chest.
"Mount up, Blue-Boy." He said in
a gruff and hateful tone. "We're
pulling out!"
air and pumped up his chest.
"Mount up, Blue-Boy." He said in
a gruff and hateful tone. "We're
pulling out!"
Strapped in again, but sad, Little Papa felt like puking up
his nuts, but he sat quietly and thought about the ride.
And so it went. Every time they stopped, Rabid Squirrelly
would create turmoil. His face would turn ugly and his
voice would change and there were nasty words spewing
from both sides of his mouth.
his nuts, but he sat quietly and thought about the ride.
And so it went. Every time they stopped, Rabid Squirrelly
would create turmoil. His face would turn ugly and his
voice would change and there were nasty words spewing
from both sides of his mouth.
He would wait until Little Papa was in the bathroom and
would burst in and snap a picture.
"An Internet star!" Rabid squirrelly would yell, then rush
out the door laughing.
would burst in and snap a picture.
"An Internet star!" Rabid squirrelly would yell, then rush
out the door laughing.
He would wait until Little Papa had a mouth full of food
to snap a shot.
"Eat up Blue-Boy....oink, oink, oink!"
to snap a shot.
"Eat up Blue-Boy....oink, oink, oink!"
"Too bad, Blue-Boy, that you are not me!"
"Too bad, Blue-Boy, a fact you can't see!"
"Too bad, Blue-Boy, that you eat my shorts!"
"Too bad Blue-Boy, you're not a good sport!"
"Too bad, Blue-Boy, a fact you can't see!"
"Too bad, Blue-Boy, that you eat my shorts!"
"Too bad Blue-Boy, you're not a good sport!"
When they stopped for a break near the Massachusetts border,
Rabid Squirrelly crossed the line. He had climbed a nearby tree and
swooped down on Little Papa and snatched his hat.
"HEY!" Papa shouted. "Give that back!"
"Bite Me, Blue-Boy, it's mine, all mine!"
Rabid Squirrelly began to chew it to pieces. Pins popped off,
chunks of leather lay on the ground. Little Papa had seen enough!
Rabid Squirrelly crossed the line. He had climbed a nearby tree and
swooped down on Little Papa and snatched his hat.
"HEY!" Papa shouted. "Give that back!"
"Bite Me, Blue-Boy, it's mine, all mine!"
Rabid Squirrelly began to chew it to pieces. Pins popped off,
chunks of leather lay on the ground. Little Papa had seen enough!
"You can mess with me," he said, "But
you had better leave my hat alone!"
you had better leave my hat alone!"
"What are you planning
to do about it, Blue-Boy?"
to do about it, Blue-Boy?"
Little Papa reached around and
ripped the SCRC Eagle from his
leather vest. He tossed it high into
the air and, magically, it took flight.
ripped the SCRC Eagle from his
leather vest. He tossed it high into
the air and, magically, it took flight.
"Gee, all I got to do on this trip was
wash the bike."
Some rides are like that, Little Fella.
Nice hat!
wash the bike."
Some rides are like that, Little Fella.
Nice hat!
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It took some doing, and he did stay slumped over
until he hit Northern PA, but Little Papa was
strapped to the bike and sitting comfortably.
until he hit Northern PA, but Little Papa was
strapped to the bike and sitting comfortably.
all of a sudden, and out of nowhere,
Rabid Squirrelly sneaked up behind
Little Papa and yelled in his ear.
Rabid Squirrelly sneaked up behind
Little Papa and yelled in his ear.
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Tripping in the Zone
Southern Cruisers Riding Club
Star City Chapter 32
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Roanoke, Virginia
