| K. Peddlar Bridges
My EVOLUTION 1340
(William Shakespeare 1564 - 1616 ...)
Shall I compare my Evo to a warm Summer`s day?
Evo, you are so lovely ... the Harley Corporate, pride
The rough winds of my life, my love,
shall never-ever make me sway.
As you sit and idle and purr and dance our time away.
And Our Summer`s Season is just too short a date.
I`ll take you to Daytona Beach this Spring .. I just can`t wait.
and there I`ll watch you bask in the sun, as your paint job shines,
and in the finest leather of nature,
I`ll have you decked and trim `d.
My love for you my beauty, it will never-ever decline.
They`ll never-ever say of you, that your chrome tarnished nor dim` d,
and my love for you shall-never-ever fade.
and my tail from your seat ...
they shall never-ever oust!
Even in my death ... my darling,
my parting from you, I shall not for-bear.
I want all men and heaven to see
As long as heaven and men still live and breath
that I was entombed with thee!
My Darling, My Darling, My beloved Harley.
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Why I Ride --
Why do I ride?
It`s because of all those times
That ... I`ve stood at the curb ...
Red-eyed ... Broken-hearted ... Lost - Soul'ed
And when that Harley engine fires ..
I can't remember ... Why?
Why do I ride?
It's because ...
When I feel that Harley tranny ...
Slip into first ...
Lost money
Wrecked cars
Lost jobs
Wrecked marriages
Lost weekends
Wrecked lives
All take second place ...
To ... the rush ... of first gear.
Why do I ride?
It's because ...
The rumble of Harley exhaust ... has ...
The echo of old Rock Bands ...
The beat of Ancient Tribal drums ...
And the thunder of horses' hoofs ...
Just a little ahead
Of the angry possie ...
Why do I ride?
It's because ...
At 45 miles an hour ...
Nobody can look over my shoulder
and ask ...
What's that?
Why do I ride?
It's because ..
At traffic highway speeds ...
Nobody can ask ...
Who are you?
Where are you?
Who have you been?
No!
All they can do ... is ...
Twist their shoulders ...
Snap their neck ...
And ask ...
What ... Was ... That? |