his life wasn’t right

his bike wasn’t right

he put up with the first

dealt with it with drugs

went looking for the perfect bike

first met when he had a sportster

then watched as he trawled through them all

hyabusa pan European bmw adventurer street glide

fat bob dyna’s a plenty on & on & on

each season a new whip

to sell these over winter

worst time ever to trade

up come spring new wheels

an Indian a victory gold wing

a few thou’ miles in

he’d get tired of & sell

we’d rumble on alongside

him looking over at my old glide

you look comfortable he’d say

like you own it you love it

i’d always say back with a smile

it’s my best relationship