WHEN I AM AN OLD BIKER I WILL WEAR WORN DENIM AND LEATHER WHILE TO COVER MY KNOTTED SCALP AND THINNING HAIR A GREASY BALL CAP AND I SHALL SPEND MY SOCIAL SECURITY ON INDIAN PARTS AND GAS WHILE I SHALL FIND PLEASURE SITTING IN MY MISSION ROCKER ALONE IN MY SHOP AND BREATH IN THE SMELL OF GREASE OIL AND EXHAUST I WILL SNEAK OUT AT DAWN ON A BRISK MORN AND RIDE A RIGID TAIL CHIEF UP THE LANE ONLY IF MY BUM KNEE STILL ALLOWS ME THAT THIRD KICK AND WHEN THOSE ACQUAINTANCES DROP BY I WILL STILL LIE WITH A STRAIGHT FACE AND SHOW THEM A LINKERT I FOUND FOR A SONG IN AN OLD BARN I WILL WRENCH AND SWEAT WITH GREASE AND BLOOD ON MY KNUCKLES THE BLACK UNDER MY NAILS THAT WILL NEVER BE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME AT LEAST FOR WHEN YOU ARE OLD YOU FIND PEACE TO SET YOU FREE FOR WHEN YOU THROTTLE AN INDIAN YOU TRANSCEND TIME ON THOSE TIMELESS TIME MACHINES WITH MY NOSE TO THE WIND I NUZZLE TO MEND THATS IF I EVER GROW OLD AS A BIKER.....
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 14:43:25 +0000
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