Archive for 'Gypsy Bikers'
Sex in the Black Hills
Posted on 28. Mar, 2013 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes Memories of the tropical Hawaiian Islands were only a week old as I strained to look through the bug-spattered windshield of the old Electra Glide. Ahead, Hwy 80 now stretched across the boring plains seemingly forever. I was definitely in Wyoming. But hey, I was headed for the Sturgis Motorcycle [...]
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Old Man’s Journey
Posted on 04. Feb, 2013 by admin.
By Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes The international border crossing at Tijuana and the well known tourist town of Cabo San Lucas at the southern tip of Baja are separated by a single strip of semi rough pavement that passes through 1,000-miles of sometimes spectacular desert. It had been five weeks since I’d crossed into Mexico [...]
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Mexican Money
Posted on 05. Jan, 2013 by admin.
By Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes A Typical Poor White-Boy Meets Rich Mexican Girl Story The bedroom was plush, and the luxury it offered undeniable. I sat alone at my desk poking at computer keys in an effort to produce something worthy of print. The servants would be knocking soon. By now they knew how I [...]
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Then Came Scotty
Posted on 03. Dec, 2012 by admin.
By Michelle Hope I was in limbo, the only thing I knew was that I did NOT want to go back to the status quo. Go to work, give my soul, spend my paycheck, back to work, give more of my soul, spend more money, then back to work… I was illustrating some children’s books [...]
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A Rendezvous in Ithaca
Posted on 31. Oct, 2012 by admin.
By Michelle Hope The East Coast motorcycle rally season was coming to an end, the prior few months a blur of work, ride; work, ride. Having spent the winter in Florida, I started the season at Daytona Beach and followed the rallies to Myrtle Beach, SC – then Laconia, NH. The New York Classic Rendezvous [...]
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Wind Camp
Posted on 07. Oct, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes Wind Camp is the fifth story in a series which I’ve been calling: “Just a trip across the country with Scooter Tramp Scotty”. It’s a running account of the 1,800 mile ride from the mountains of eastern Tennessee to the Sturgis rally in South Dakota this year (2012). The trip [...]
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Dead Camp
Posted on 28. Sep, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes Dead Camp is the fourth story in a series which I’ve been calling: “Just a trip across the country with Scooter Tramp Scotty”. It’s just kind of a running journal of the 1,800 mile ride from the mountains of eastern Tennessee to the Sturgis rally in South Dakota this year [...]
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Cop Camp
Posted on 07. Sep, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes This is the third story in a series which I’ve been calling: “Just a trip across the country with Scooter Tramp Scotty”. It’s just kind of a running journal of the 1,800 mile ride from the mountains of eastern Tennessee to the Sturgis rally in South Dakota this year (2012). [...]
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Black Expo
Posted on 23. Aug, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes July 23, 2012. Indianapolis, Indiana. For two nights I would be stopped over in Indianapolis while waiting to rendezvous with Michelle and her little dog 2Lane. While I’d been riding from the mountains of eastern Tennessee, they’d be coming from New Hampshire. From here we would bang the lonely highways [...]
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Backstreet Choppers
Posted on 18. Jul, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes Throughout these gypsy years I’ve been asked many questions. The most common of these is undeniably: “How do you get money and take care of your breakdowns and other mechanical problems?” To these questions I can offer only one answer: There’s an old saying that states: ‘Do what you love [...]
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A Mexican Winter
Posted on 11. Jul, 2012 by admin.
by Scooter Tramp Scotty Kerekes Michelle’s shapely body held a playful spirit that loved life’s freedoms, simple adventure, and thought nothing of trading excess luxury for the gain of such things. She was an unusual chick, and her motorcycle, the old Shadow, held all of Michelle’s worldly possessions strapped to its rack and saddlebags. This [...]
