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MY GLEAMING MACHINE
My gleaming machine packed for the road
How I loved the freedom and biker code
Painstakingly crammed for weather, drastic and fair
Complex nonetheless simple, I rode it with care
Senses heighten on the road, beneath blue sky
In my mind and my memory the air rushes by
A teeming world reduces a freeway to alley
Autonomy on two wheels is a minds true ally
A few gamble, some venture on crowded Dark Street
Cars speed down the Parker, in full summer heat
I embark on a journey through mountain and tree
Beyond wheat fields and homes, I roll past the sea
Encircled by nature, my county my home
I stop unaccompanied, fish-camp alone
These days of travel are some of the best
Solitude � no stress, freedoms crest
I�m dependent on my own free will
I look for beauty in flat-land or hill
No one to tell me when to ride
One soul pleases, only one pride
Some talk thunder and trailer the bike
Many dress the part but settle for trike
Movement and sunshine together in one
Heal on pavement, armed with a gun
Two wheels near four, need rules and code
Fight for position in a jam clustered road
Watch the good driver, for soon they turn bad
Cars, trucks and buses will make the wits mad
Invisible I rode in the rush of the day
My flesh protects metal, some will say
A donor of organs, my card should read
Ancestors of morons, on bikers they feed
How dare they confiscate my liberty and will
They don�t know I helped support Freedom Hill
In a place called the Nam with the U.S.M.C.
Then built a golf course by the Andaman Sea
In Asia a biker has even more peril
Run down like dogs or cats trot feral
A vision of crash must always be with thee
Mind set and leather is much of what saved me
