Sitting there without a care into the distance, I stare <br />Between my thighs a power to unleash when I care <br />Preparing my body curled like a cat ready to spring <br />I want to get going fly fast and flowing like a bird on wing <br />My foot lashes down with a powerful stroke <br />Growling, hissing never missing <br />Firing well, by the noise I can tell <br />With a flick of my foot, gears gel <br />Racing away through the gears I play <br />Seventy, eighty faster more, more speed I pray <br />Ninety turns to one hundred in a whisper <br />One hundred and ten, one twenty I hear nothing crisper <br />Speed builds up to one forty I get <br />No police now or I will regret <br />The bends I near lay down to the ground <br />Just to get at this speed this bike around <br />Time to slow up, and go have a cup <br />Thirsty work this fun, cheers, bottoms up<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harley-rider/
