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New Bohemia, VA | Twas the night before Christmas, when rolling down the road
Not a headlight in sight, or a trucker's load.
The wind in my face and through my hair.
With hopes of home and I'd soon be there.
The children were all warm in their beds
While on my Vision I was feeling tired and dead.
On my head a bandana and my face in a rap.
Rollin' hard I knew I'd be home in a snap
When out of nowhere came a thunder of chatter.
I turned to look to see what was the matter,
When the headlight caught me in the eye,
It was another biker trying to pass me by.
With the moonlight shining on the fresh fallen snow,
The beam of the headlights put all a bright glow.
And around the headlight was a green wreath,
That was donned upon none other, than a '48 Chief.
I could see the old biker, all tatted and slick.
I knew in a moment that it wasn't St Nick.
As he pulled alongside with a roll of the throt,
He gave me glance and a slight little nod.
He spoke "Now that's quit a stead rollin' along
And the pounding of the engine sings my favorite song
I would guess you've made many of flight,
To be rolling on such a cold winter's night."
"Rollin' across highways and hot desert plains,
From sun up to sundown and even in the pouring rain.
I ride with you from out of the past,
To let you know that you are not the last."
With a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face,
He rolled on the throttle as to give me a race.
I focused on the road down in front of me,
I realized there was more for me to see.
The road was filled with bikers from the past,
Some rollin' slow, some rollin' fast.
Each one represented a different time and place,
And each one faded into the darkness without a trace.
I just knew what he was trying to tell me I'd miss,
When he looked at me with a growl and a hiss.
"What you are looking for is not even here,
Why did I even bother, when he rolled on with a sneer."
What was happening on this ride of the eve?
And why did the old biker rumble off and leave.
I started off on my ride with such a perk,
Now I was left, feeling like a jerk.
Then I saw on the side of the road was a light,
It was the old biker sitting in the night.
I pulled alongside him in hopes things would mend,
He told me he had words of wisdom to lend.
"Keep this one thing in heart and mind.
To your fellow biker, always be kind.
When we have broken hearts and broken dreams,
We all ride them away on our machines.
Take what you learned this Christmas Eve,
And ride your bike with a legacy to leave."
His voiced thundered as he gave me his abide.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good ride!!" | |
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Lennox, SD | Tanks for posting Varyder | |
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New Bohemia, VA | Kioti - 2011-12-20 8:47 AM
Tanks for posting Varyder
T'anks to you K. This popped in my mind while out riding last night.
Edited by varyder 2011-12-20 8:59 AM
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Oregon. | That was great, thanks for posting it. | |
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Lumber Bridge, NC United States | pure poetry thanks, V and happy holidays to you. | |
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| dan camarco - 2011-12-19 8:00 PM
pure poetry thanks, V and happy holidays to you. +1 | |
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New Bohemia, VA | here's an updated version.
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