Honk if you want to see nomoretrucks!
The world is full of hockey pucks,
As sure as a politician sucks,
And as sure as young men run amucks,
But you need to know nomoretrucks!
Does are chased by younger bucks.
And what’s good for the geese,
Is good for the ducks.
Give a look-see to this nomoretrucks!
Don’t be concerned,
With what a woodchuck chucks,
Or how many times a chicken clucks,
Have some excitement with nomoretrucks!
Some of his roads,
Can make a tourist horror-struck.
Some sights he’s seen,
Can make a priest awestruck.
He’s been down on his luck,
Without one sawbuck.
And he’s had all his tires,
Stuck in the muck.
George Jones - I Don't Need Your Rockin' Chair
This dispossessed Welshman who failed English in school is now a published author.
He’s ridden from Le havre to Faro,Portugal a few times despite not having the “means” to do so! Having no money, eating food from bins, and having no shelter will not stop him! Having a bike made from scrap won’t stop him.
“I learnt some of the true visceral pleasures of life on those trips.”
“You only fail when you actually stop trying at anything.”
He’s had over 30 yrs of jobs and businesses funding “adrenalin based
pastimes”. He says,
“I ended up in lots of trouble physically and metephorically many times. Love it! Too many broken bones tho...”
He’s been a truck mechanic, had his own lorries. But still misses moto-x, hare and hounds racing and paragliding!
“I also scavenged for stuff using scuba gear all for over 20 years. Although those pastimes are gone the outdoor memories are with you forever. I would like to think someone may be inspired to do some things they think may be out of their comfort zone. Memories are priceless. And writing about them gives me the highs without some of the pain.”
He still likes to “sink” his 21 yr old airwave black magic paraglider of coastal cliffs!
“I’m just glad to feel the mud under my wheels. Or the freedom of a huge sky from a pushbike. Thats where i see the beauty of what we get from life for free-and we mostly all have taken it for granted.”
“If you have done or used anything similar to the things on these hubs id be glad to hear.”
“Do something great or at least die trying.”
He’ll weave you such a story,
Of a lot of pain and little glory,
About overhauling a bicycle,
A motorsickle or lorry.
He knows a little sweat,
And work don’t hurt,
And working for himself,
He can lose his shirt.
His mechanic’s hands,
Have scratches and cuts,
And he’s always busting,
His knuckles and nuts.
He’s been a cyclist, motorcyclist
He’s been a hiker and hitch-hiker.
And each lass he sees,
There’s nobody like her.
He’s told me of some,
Of the adventures he’s had.
One could assume that,
Nomoretrucks was mad.
He’ll hop on a bike,
And ride a few hundred miles.
With bugs in his teeth,
And freedom in his smile.
Then he told me he bonked,
Whenever he could.
He wanted to bonk,
Whenever he got wood.
I began to doubt if we shared,
The same definition.
Whenever I bonk,
It’s all about food and nutrition.
So don’t bonk like me,
Bonk like “NMT”, he’ll tell you how.
He’s bonked his way,
Across a continent now!
He’s bonked in Scotland,
England, Holland, and France.
He even bonked on an island,
Where the women wore no pants.
All his friends know him,
To be quite fickle.
Broke most of his bones,
Racing a motor-sickle.
If head injuries were to allow,
Any thoughts to linger,
He’d say he’s motorcrossed,
His legs and fingers.
But, he’ll be working,
Or hiking, or riding.
Or he’ll be taking,
His paraglider paragliding.
Just can’t sit around.
He’s got to be finding,
What needs to be found.
He has a really bad case,
Of that wanderlust.
I’ll be glad when he says,
“North Carolina or bust!”
His lot is not to sit around
He aspires to,
“Do something great or at least die trying.”
A few hubs by nomoretrucks:
Donald Wheres Your Troosers?- Funny Scottish Song!
I'm not sure if that nomoretrucks is back from some crazy adventure.
He may be anywhere.
enter the nomoretrucks contest!
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Become a friend of
and win an oatmeal breakfast from Micky Dee!
(All participants must finance and find their own way to Micky's house. - If you can't make it to Micky's we will send you some dried oatmeal.- Add water, heat, and eat!)
Today nomoretrucks has 12 whole followers.
Be lucky number 13 today!
Will you do it for some oatmeal?
How about a biscuit?
Come on y'all!
And- good luck with the nomoretrucks contest!
Cycling hubs by Micky Dee:
Cycling poems by Micky Dee:
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