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comitan
Ultra Nomad
Posts: 4177
Registered: 3-27-2004
Location: La Paz
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Mood: mellow
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TO THE BIG TRUCKS
BY Carol Stagg
Rrrrrrrrrr ta ta tat tat tat
Oh I remember
the big truck serenade
as they went to lands end
and back
in Mexico on both sides
some ALL the way to Panama
Deep red or dark green
those flatbeds did gleam
even the removable slats
four big lights atop the cab a
spotlight to see over the side
red lights all around
more on Christmas nights
In front an iron grill that
slopped to the right for
sweeping cows off the road
not to damage the trucks
the canvas covered load
or the naked chrome ladies
on mud flaps
Rrrrrrrrrr The tenor trumpet
cries it’s over rev
Ta ta tat tat tat a brass drum
bangs as the truck cuts back
The heartbeat of Mexico
sings through the towns
Scalloped gold fringe
flashes in the windshields
some on side windows too
centered on the dash
like a trophy
a handy toilet paper roll
Trucks were driven
by big men
with big mustaches
and big leather hats
heroes of a
still forming road
Mariachis of the highway
Rrrrrrrrrr ta ta tat tat tat
Strive For The Ideal, But Deal With What\'s Real.
Every day is a new day, better than the day before.(from some song)
Lord, Keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.
“The sincere pursuit of truth requires you to entertain the possibility that everything you believe to be true may in fact be false”
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Pompano
Elite Nomad
Posts: 8194
Registered: 11-14-2004
Location: Bay of Conception and Up North
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Mood: Optimistic
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BAJA IS FOR THE 'BOLD'
EL DORADO by Edgar Allen Poe.
Clearly this poem of great adventure, daring, and sheer energy depicts those stalwart Nomads who venture into ...BAJA!
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
"RIDE, BOLDLY RIDE!",
The shade replied
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
[Edited on 7-29-2008 by Pompano]
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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danaeb
Senior Nomad
Posts: 991
Registered: 11-13-2006
Location: San Diego; El Centenario
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Mood: groovy
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Hope this isn't a copyright violation. Santiago's latest:
Nomad Haiku:
Skeet had a bi-pass
Decided to sell his gear
I almost got it
Experience enables you to recognize a mistake every time you repeat it.
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windgrrl
Super Nomad
Posts: 1335
Registered: 9-2-2006
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What a cool bunch of people you all are.
When the way comes to an end, then change. Having changed, you pass through.
~ I-Ching
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Bob H
Elite Nomad
Posts: 5867
Registered: 8-19-2003
Location: San Diego
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Oh, can't resist posting this again.... Bob H
It all started with the philosopher Juan-Paul Salsa, who wrote, "To Bean, or Nacho to Bean, that is the Queso."
He was followed by his great disciple, Descarta Blanca, who said, "I Pinto, therefore, Cayenne."
Some trace it to ancient Grease, where the great thinker Aristortilla wrote the book Plata's RePulpo.
Meanwhile, over in ancient India, they believed in Chili con Karma - that what Casa round, Carne's around.
And back in the Holy Land, The prophet Masa brought The Ten Comidas:
"Thou Salt not Tequila."
"Honor thy Tamale and thy Papaya."
"Blessed are the Migas, for they shall Ranchero the Burps."
"Give a man an Enchilada, he'll Taco Mole."
"Arroz is Arroz by Flameada name."
"In the Picante, Guisada Cerveza'd the Hongas and the Verde.
And he saw that it was Food."
I'd like to close by reciting The Lard's Prayer:
"Our Fajita, who art in Huevos, Pollo'd be Muy Bueno.
Thy Corona come, thy Chili be Con, on Cuervo it is El Jefe.
Forgive us our Tres Amigos, as we forgive those who Seis Salsas against us.
Lettuce not into Tomatillo, but Nuevo us from Fritos.
For thine is the Gringo, the Agua and the Chorizo.
In the name of the Flauta, and of the Flan, and of the Frijole ghost.
A-Menudo."
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Sharksbaja
Elite Nomad
Posts: 5814
Registered: 9-7-2004
Location: Newport, Mulege B.C.S.
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An ode
I remember a day in '69'
plying the route that I called mine
While testing my skills in truck repair
I filled a tire with hand pumped air
If not for the saviors of this precious land
my vehicle would have been lost in the sand
The memories of that trip can only compete
with the next one I plan from this seat
So many places for a Nomad to see
Baja is the place for me.
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No Poe here!
DON\'T SQUINT! Give yer eyes a break!
Try holding down [control] key and toggle the [+ and -] keys
Viva Mulege!
Nomads\' Sunsets
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Cypress
Elite Nomad
Posts: 7641
Registered: 3-12-2006
Location: on the bayou
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Mood: undecided
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Nomad poems are right from the heart. Thanks.
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Bob H
Elite Nomad
Posts: 5867
Registered: 8-19-2003
Location: San Diego
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This is a very good thread! Thanks for sharing all this stuff.
Bob H
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David K
Honored Nomad
Posts: 64859
Registered: 8-30-2002
Location: San Diego County
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Mood: Have Baja Fever
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Bill Stroppe (off road racing pioneer)...
...is who got Parnelli Jones to try off road racing:
1) "BILL'S THE BUM
WHO BUILT THE BRONCO
THAT BEAT THE BAJA"
2) "PARNELLI'S THE PERSON
WHO PENETRATED THE PENINSULA
IN PURSUIT OF THE PRIZE"
(I made those up in high school, and didn't forget them!)
(Parnelli Jones in the Dick Russell designed Big Oly Bronco, ENSENADA, NOV. 1973)
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