
Nana
Dec 6, 20253 min read
12/6/2025 An Ode To St. Chrome-It...
Stole this to make little smile for us riders... An Ode to St. Chrome-It (The patron saint of Goldwings) T’was in the evenings twilight. And the night was covered in stars. Not a Goldwing was alight, Not even the Harley’s at the bars. The accessories were hung by the work-bench with care, In hopes that St. Chrome-It would soon be there; The little back seat riders were all snug in their beds, As visions of rally pins danced in their heads; While mamma in her new chapter vest



















