Right Of Passage

By The Ironhorse Writer™

"So your a Biker?,
don't get uptight.
Just an 'ol man jaw'n,
ain't lookin' to fight."

"If ya don't mind me sayin,
that's one fancy hog.
Say, ain't it one of them,
computerized jobs?"

"Fuel injection?,
stereo too?
Where'd ya keep the bed?,
ahhh, just messin' with you."

"'Spose it breaks down,
and your all alone.
Do ya whip out a tool pouch?,
or a cellular phone?"

"I used to putt,
those days are through.
Now'days I wrench,
gives me somethin' to do."

"That's when startin' a hog,
took a good, firm kick.
When brotherhood,
wasn't some fancy clique."

"Colors were somethin',
you lived righteously by.
Not a fashion statement,
to catch one's eye."

"Freedom wasn't a logo,
that cost ya twenty grand.
It's fire-in up your very first scoot,
settin' your last kickstand."

"Now'days, it's no big deal,
riders everywhere you look.
I ain't sayin we blazed the trail,
but we sure as hell wrote the book!"

"Hey...didn't mean to bend your ear,
know ya wanna go.
Before ya split, just one more thing,
somethin' ya ought to know."

"A "Bikers" not just ownin' a hog,
anyone can play the part.
It comes from inside, ya live for the ride,
mind, soul, heart."

"Ride safe kid."

Right of Passage