Will putt for grub
Nine something in the wind blowing, maybe gonna rain, Friday a.m.
Fixin' to ride my Harley.
Black Levi's, Red Wing Engineer boots with shin wraps underneath.
A logoed (guess which one) black t-shirt
under a leather, snap front, form fitted
This sheathed with a longsleeved
grey Levi workshirt (some of us
"motorcycle enthusiasts" opt for a
other than outlaw profile).
Ray Ban bifocal sunglasses and a pair of
well worn, once tan, full fingered leather
Oh yeah- and a lid. Some of y'all call this
a helmet. Some may call it a beanie.
(Florida law no longer mandates one
when the insurance caveat is met)
I bought mine back in '88 when
everyone was required to wear one. Coupla
years ago a y-strap alteration was
legislated so I modded to comply
(I like to look like I'm tryin' to keep up with
Okay- oil good, gas good, tire pressure
topped to sidewall spec with air compressor
(oh sure, like every scooter pilot doesn't
do this pre ride routine).
Arright, pause for a moment to get right
with God (any ride can be the last one in
a whole body).
For me this means lookin' at
the two parent birds tendin' to the feedin'
of their nesting offspring and checkin'
about for Boris (he's our local feral cat-
keeps the mice population down but I seen
him in trees in the past tryin' to feather his maw).
Cool- now kick 'er through to loosen up the
rig and touch the button.
That All Balls starter is worth
every cent. I bet that ol' boy could
crank over a Space Shuttle engine.
Brake light function:
Look for the ninja car.
Don't see one.
She's warmed up.
Ease out onto the road.
Gonna go to the local supermarket
and buy a bag of granola
I hear breakfast is the most
important meal of the day.
No reason it shouldn't
be the most adventerous, eh?
Through the smoke and fog there comes a form ... shape shifting ... could this be the Future?