Feature Series

For biker scribe Eddie ‘Sorez’ Pliska, poetry is as much about capturing his passion for the moto lifestyle and the raw energy of two-wheeled travel in prose, as it is about documenting determination in the face of the often-harsh struggles of life. He has had his fair share of both.

Here is Sorez's exclusive June piece, titled HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER, "some light-hearted fair, for the summer air ..."

Sorez, a contributing writer for Outlaw Biker Magazine who also has a popular book of poetry out, graciously pens some inspiration for the NYC Motorcyclist community each month. You can read more about Sorez in a feature NYC Motorcyclist published in the spring of 2018.

Rippin’ down the road
Harley thunder roars
Cagers to the left
And to the right
Felt them closing in
Was no gap to fill
All I saw ahead
Was red brake lights
Heard tires screeching
Back in the distance
Chaos getting louder
With every breath
Was nowhere to turn
Could not ride away
Had to think real quick
Outside the box
Jumped off of my ride
Left my bike running
If she was gonna go
She would go alive
Eighteen wheeler shutdown
Right in front of my bike
Longest 100 feet I’ve ever ran
Jumped onto the cab
Driver yelled get in
The rest, son, is family history ...