There's nothing like the Feel Of two wheels and the power Between your Legs, The Pounding* Of two Cylinders, as the engine Revs. Wheeling through snaking roads Surrounded by Sunlight and trees The intense smell of fallen leaves On a cool nights ride. Feeling free Blasting down a two lane road. Rolling into a small town,you Hear the Bikes Rumble, as you Shift down, and throttle off the gas The roar of your bikes sound, as It bounces off the passing buildings. You're out of town past the Last street light As the Stars unfold in the stark black night The feel of the wind's a sweet taste of freedom Content for the silence and the Bike motors hum. As an old Biker the ride is Past, but the feel of The wind Flowing past my face, and the pound *Of the Motors sound, still be mine, Till my Day is Done
Ahh those were the days ...Bike, Beer, Women and ****...