Raise the door or just take off the cover,
there she sits just waiting for us to hover.
Our first glance we know she waits,
just as our mind anticipates.
As we sit on the seat, a turn of the key,
we know for sure this is the way it should be.
Pull out the drive and head down the street,
whether we are alone or heading to a meet.
The direction that we take as the wind hits our face,
remember it's about the joy, not about winning a race.
The curves, the hairpins, or just the straights,
with every lean, there's just something about the path we take.
It's the feeling we get as we straddle of course,
a passion and a love upon that steel horse.
So as we roll along and feel the ground,
with every throttle twist taking in the sound.
Be aware of the others as your mind clears the load,
hoping they remember this too is "The Biker's Road."
As a bike rider I can relate to this, when you're out there with your mates it's hard to explain, the freedom you feel, and at peace with your mind.
The Biker's Road
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013 with permission of the Author.
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