When I was young, I traveled far.
I had my bike, Who needs a car?
The open road was my domain.
I rode through sun and icy rain.
With often a brother by my side.
We lived to love and loved to ride.
The feel of the wind and the sound of exhaust.
'Twas time to party and hell with the cost.
For now it was summer and bikinis abound.
With the scent in our nostrils We'd ride into town.
Lured to the women like wild dogs in heat.
We'd get warm padded backrests for our motorcycle seats.
And then we laugh around the fire.
And retire to lust and wanton desire.
Then up in the morning and out in the blast.
We lived every day like it was our last.
The lure of the highway, the insatiable whore.
Today there are two soulmates. Last night there were four.
We'd hit the town limits and then we'd take flight.
To the scream of the tires and the blast of the pipes.
Beauty in motion, We'd flash around a curve.
Our lives were dependent on each others nerve.
We never used signals or talked very much.
But a brother beside you is always in touch.
But now my friends are married and some of them have died.
They never seem to have the time to go out for a ride.
For riding is a childish thing and all my friends are grown.
I still ride the highways, but now I am all alone.

By: Kevin W. Dimmick

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