I attended my first Bikers show on the 21st of December, 2019. So glad I didn’t miss it. It so impacted me that I secretly desired to buy one for myself. Madam made it clear “that’s not happening”. So all I have left is this poem.
Read and enjoy it.
Muscle on Wheels has me bound in its enchantments
You don’t know liberty till you engage nitro-powered speed
In a second, houses and people become colors and blurs
Ride or die? We ride, no time to die today.
There were Hondas, Suzuki’s, BMW’s and Ducati Monsters in the tribe
Each was a king dressed in its shining armor
“Vrooming” their utterances to the delight of “baes and boos”
They zoomed off into the liberty of the winds.
First time in my life I saw a blue leopard
Wiping its whiskers, It crouched low setting up an attack
Faster than lightning, it sprang forth into wheelies, stoppies, and burnout stunts
It dared the devil and got the crowd roaring for more.
Next came the woman in red armor
This is a 36-24-36 hourglass love at first sight beastly beauty
Every man is affected by what he sees
Men’s eyes popped out of their sockets as she “vroomed” and zoomed off.
Robin Hood is in the hood in his garment of foliage
Welcome the green ninja, muscle rippling shaming Hercules
Those who ride her don’t just go for a spin on the streets
It’s a spiritual experience if you know, you know.
Black as a mamba stood this gigantic beast
its poisonous beauty struck me and left me transfixed
Then the allure of it shining chrome hit me and got me high
I remained standing, my eyes jonesing with desire in their sockets.
How can I forget the yellow grenade
Pimped till her mama knew her no more
An accomplished street fighter, don’t let her looks deceive you.
Just unchain her, and watch her burn the street.
Of the riders this much I can say
Love, brotherhood and oneness
I watch your front, you watch my back that’s the game
No dulling, no envying, the sky was big enough for every bike to fly.
I left the show but my head was still in the flow
You have not seen a real thriller till you hang out with these bikers
Stunts, leather jackets, camaraderie, and exciting noise
I kept hearing vroom, vroom, vrooooooo as I snored my way into “bikey” dreams.
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What do you think? Should I get a bike? After all, they say “you are only too old to rock and roll after death” 😂😂😂. Why do we have more men riding Power bikes than women?
Let me have your comments below.
Till next time.