Wind in my face, sun shining bright

Open road, horsepower at its might

Lovely countryside, what a sight

My running motor has ignite

 

 

Limbs spinning stronger and faster

Shiny silver finish glows brighter

The radio sings, I let it register

Up here you will find no moving blisters

 

 

Trees are the buildings, the street a highway

Stay away from the city for a hideaway

Buckhorn beauty is where I can fly away

I carry the driver towards a hypnotic holiday

© 1999 Chris Emery  Good night!!!