I knew a man whose only plan was to ride and feel the wind.

The screaming bike on through the night was all that mattered to him.

It was different then for men were men and treated with respect.

We were young and strong and could survive our own foolishness and neglect.

We didn't know how things would go. We lived life day to day.

We held our lifestyle dear and had no fear of the price we would have to pay.

It was party time. Do another line and drink another shot.

Who needs to sleep or even eat? The women they were hot.

We loved to ride, side by side on our mechanical steeds.

A modern knight, we felt the right to satisfy our needs.

But age is sly and time went by and children they were born.

Our normal life became filled with strife and from it we were torn.

The newer breed were filled with greed they had no honor and no class.

They'd steal a bike do what they like and rat you off for a piece of ass.

And then my bro, he had to go, to take care of kids and wife.

One winter day he moved away to start a better life.

He didn't cry when he left the life that he had always known.

He got away but he had to pay as a tumor began to grow.

And now it's time to say goodbye to a brother in the wind.

It isn't nice, but I'll pay my price and join you in the end.

Kay I'll miss you

By: Kevin W. Dimmick

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