Sorry not a poem in classic sense, just something I wrote one early morning after awaking from a particularly vivid dream...
Rode my dads 59'(?) softtail once & only once as it got totally destroyed in an over the cliff ballet with me at its helm...I held on for dear life, hoping to keep it in one piece, fat chance, ripped from my hands, almost taking me with it to its final demise & permanent resting place in a very large & deep river in western Pennsylvania...okay, so it was snowing & I was doing about a hundred, but hey I had to wring her out...and then there was this cop that was chasing me...but thats another story...dad never let me forget that, & every time I looked at another bike, even one that I could have pedaled, he looked the other way & growled…
Since that fateful day, my riding has been of the pedaled variety, and never any faster than a few miles per hour, after all I have not gotten this old by being reckless…
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I had a wimpy Honda 350. It would a hundred if you really pushed it. Oddly by coincidence I too dumped it on snowy day when the throttle froze in the wide open position. Never rode in the snow again. Patrick
My adventure was years ago, as an adult, with children.
Going down a steep hill in the woods - too fast got scared - squeezed WRONG brake ... went 'arse over tin-cups' into briar bushes ... and that was only a mini-Bike ...
I too...while driving a Harley too fast
for the turn...went up a curb, and when we
came down, I had lost a boyfriend!
~Ed~ So much for memories!!...much better
only in vivid dreams!!!
Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Lowell Bergeron (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2011
Good one, Ed. Glad you survived. When I was in high school, I wanted my parents to sign so I could buy a motorcycle. They refused and I never thanked them.
Lowell.
so you lived to tell the story even though a dream,good for you Bro,you always did have a vivid imagination;-)
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2011
Haha! My experience with a motorcycle was way back when the Indian was still popular. I was going to learn haw to ride it and instead of going straight I laid it on its side with my leg underneath it and the throttle wide open. That did it. Scared me so bad I never went back for another try.
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My adventure was years ago, as an adult, with children.
Going down a steep hill in the woods - too fast got scared - squeezed WRONG brake ... went 'arse over tin-cups' into briar bushes ... and that was only a mini-Bike ...
Haven't driven one since ... cuz ...
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Anna
for the turn...went up a curb, and when we
came down, I had lost a boyfriend!
~Ed~ So much for memories!!...much better
only in vivid dreams!!!
Lady Vivian
Lowell.
Hope that cold shower helped you . . .