Big and mean
This fast machine
Oh how she turns some heads

Wheels that turn
Peel and burn
Black stripes over shadow the red

Chrome so bright
It lights up the night
As she rounds the corner street

The horses race loudly
I sit up proudly
Smiling at all we meet

Thunder you hear
That's oh so near
Make you want to run in doors

But don't run and hide
It's only my ride
And I stomp the gas pedal to the floor

Grabbing the gear
Without any fear
The tires start to spin

Smoke feels the air
I haven't a care
As she rides off into the wind

Ready to race
Anyone she'll face
Her speed is unmatched by all

A girl at my side
With me and my ride
Sweet memories, they're fun to recall

By
C.G. Richardson
2010

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