A sixties sight I always liked to see, <br />Those British motorbikes parked side by side <br />While bikers packed inside the Busy Bee, <br />The rendezvous of everybody's ride. <br />Here Triumph, Norton, Matchless, BSA, <br />And Vincent, Arial and AJS, <br />Were names that made mouths water in their day <br />And nothing Japanese did we possess. <br />All oily, smoky, proper big boys' toys <br />That you could hear from half a mile away <br />And when they passed you'd even smell the noise <br />And grab your flying jacket, join the play. <br />Now all you see are bikers 'born again' <br />Who drive a Ford Mondeo in the rain.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motorcycle-sonnet/
