Twisted Road by Jack Riepe

[zenduddhist]

Chris, this is absoutly great!
Thanks to you and all the conributors for making this happen.
Jack is one of our dearest motorcycle brothers, and this is what it's all about...Helping each other in a time of need!

But if he calls us pus#ys again......i dunno.

Ken

Yeah, calling us pus#ys shouldn't go without some retribution. Let's tell him we want to meet him in person and then give him a BMWMOA beat down... See what kind of f**king article he gets out of that!

[WalterK75]

I thought the voice software called everyone p#ssys, not Jack.

[Ken F]

I wouldn't bet my bottom dollar on that!
Ken

[redbeemer]

I have to admit that I was a bit apprehensive about this stunt working in getting Jack back online, but like everyone else involved, I am thrilled to death Jack is back! Money well spent.
Kudos to Chris for taking the lead in collecting the funds and getting the software and headset delivered and being a "secretary" for Jack

The only fear I have is the identifying system Jack talks about just might be shirts imprinted with a bulls-eye

Thanks to all who jumped to help.

Alan

[zenduddhist]

Hey, no problem doing this. It was really just a matter of a couple of keystrokes to buy the items and do Paypal transfers.

[LngRdr]

He can call me a p#ssy or a posse, just crank out some more posts to amuse us all. I will have to say that I have spent a lot more money on p#ssy over the years, as my 3 ex wives should attest, than I have on this little contribution. I'm sure this one is a more worthwhile undertaking.

[zenduddhist]

I think we may have inadvertantly unleashed a power... Oh, boy...

Here is an email I received from Jack:

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The Shocking Truth About Jack Riepe




Dear Chris (McCarthy),


I'm terribly afraid that you and other readers of Jack Riepe are in for a shock.


My name is Sandra Beckly, though my professional name (as an exotic dancer) is ÔÇ£Sandy Beeches.ÔÇØ I have been the other woman in Jack RiepeÔÇÖs life for the past five years now, and a source of his inspiration and literary adventures. Any time his stories include details of a ÔÇ£tawny derriere devoid of tan lines,ÔÇØ you know thatÔÇÖs me. I am not big on tattoos, but I once thought of having a keyboard done as a tramp stamp. (Those are the broad illustrations inked above the velvet hills at the small of the back. I am providing this explanation for ÔÇ£RÔÇØ bike riders who donÔÇÖt get out much and who may have difficulty following along.) This was so Jack could compose his compelling prose on me.

It hurts me to tell you that Jack has been in a coma for two months. He fell off a bar stool trying to insert a $10 dollar bill into the ÔÇ£gÔÇØ string of a strip-joint diva (according to riding buddy witnesses) and hit his head on a spittoon. (Her story was that he slipped in the ten-spot and was rooting around for $9 bucks in change.) He never regained consciousness. So severe was his comatose state that he was carried to the nearest medical facility, the Vreeland Hospital for Veterinary Science. While a team of bovine brain specialists hesitated at pronouncing him a flat line in the mental department, they agreed something was remarkably absent between the ears.

When I asked he if would ever ride a motorcycle again, they all thought he was a trained act in the Moscow Circus.

It is amazing that some of you claim to have communicated with Jack in the past week. That is hardly possible. However, his computer is on the table next to him and e-mail activity has been noted ÔÇö in sync with the movement of his vacant eyes. We hired a psychic, actually another dancer named ÔÇ£Crystal Orchid,ÔÇØ who accurately predicted getting mail from the phone company every month. Crystal even knew the letter would be a bill. She says JackÔÇÖs inner self is communicating to the world through his computer. (She said he has a strong personality and once gave her a warm, special feeling while she had her eyes closed. His hands were in his pockets the whole time. He said so.)

Experts think the installation of the ÔÇ£dictationÔÇØ software you guys sent may be facilitating this mysterious exchange. We decided to hold a kind of awakening seance with ten dancers holding hands in a circle around his bed. We chanted ÔÇ£Jack... Jack... Please come back.ÔÇØ The tenth time we chanted, the lights went out and there was a strange rustling sound. When they came back on, all ten dancers were topless! And the comatose Jack was smiling.

While the doctors are cautiously optimistic, they think it might be very therapeutic if JackÔÇÖs readers asked him questions about his writing or riding, through this thread or this forum. We can read him the questions that readers send in. (There is an exotic dancer in attendance on Jack 24/7.) Jack will answer through telekinesis to you, Chris, which you can then post. If you donÔÇÖt mind?

Sincerely,
Sandy Beeches

[zenduddhist]

Just curious why no one commented on the letter from Jack? I thought it was pretty funny!

[PGS]

I read the story and really enjoyed it but did not think to comment - I guess I took Jack for granted. Sorry Jack, I guess I offended you; is this why you haven't posted a new blog entry?

[moralem]

Same here, very funny but did not realize that this post was now a medium to connect with Jack. But it was very funny, almost on the verge of him creating characters that will now take on their on personas. Either that or he is schizophrenic and needs medical attention.

[bogthebasher]

Thanks, BogtheBasher, for coming up with this idea. Was just reading back through the thread and feel kind of bad that you were the one who first suggested it and I kind of ended up running away with it. My apologies, if you feel I "took over". It was very kind of you to first suggest getting him this software...

Regards,

Chris

Ideas are one thing... doing something with them are another... really glad this is taking wings. My PayPal donation will be coming forthwith.

[Ken F]

>It hurts me to tell you that Jack has been in a coma for two months. He fell off a bar stool trying to insert a $10 dollar bill into the ÔÇ£gÔÇØ string of a strip-joint diva (according to riding buddy witnesses) and hit his head on a spittoon. (Her story was that he slipped in the ten-spot and was rooting around for $9 bucks in change.) He never regained consciousness. <

Me thinks this circumstance should quaify said rider for the BMWMOA "Medal of Honor" license plate backer.
But first he calles us pu##ies, then despariages R-Bike riders.....Just how big an 'ol boy is he anyway?

Ken

[zenduddhist]

Not sure how big he is, but he is Irish...

[36654]

Not sure how big he is, but he is Irish...

He can give us a reading of "Angela's Ashes" at the next national? I just love the part about the lake in the "living room" which they called Florida.......

[Voni]

He's back!

I read a word or two there about you all . . .

http://jackriepe.blogspot.com/2013/0...ted-roads.html

You all make me proud!

Voni
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