We mount up and ride the road
Leather clad and bikini topped beauty
clings to my waist

The wind is in our face
her hair blows ferociously
goggles spotted with bugs

Confederate flag do-rag
club vest, decorated
nickname on the back

500 miles of pure bliss
curves and hills and straights
in the summer sun

Stop along the way
outdoor bar
El Pacifico and lime