MeliJane's blog: "Biker stuff"

How It All Got Started

 

It All Got Started With a 58 Pan

I Learned to be a Biker from My Old Man

He Bought it when I was just Five

That’s when My World came Alive

 

The Pan was a Police Special with a Hand Shift and Foot Clutch

I thought that Old Harley was really just too much

I used to sit on Her with Dreams of the Breeze

I Loved that Iron Horse Between My Knees

 

I Loved to Hear Dad and His Friends Ride In

Telling Wild Stories of Where They’ve Been

Ridin Hard, Drinkin Beer, Bars, and Fights

Sparks Flying from Curving Hard those Wild Nights

 

I Learned Brotherhood Honor and Trust

Don’t Take No Shit when You’ve been Cussed

When a Biker is Broke Down Help Him Out

Someday You’ll Break Down there ain’t no doubt

 

Now I Ride a Shovel I Ride When I Can

Someday I hope also to Own an Old Pan

An Old Pan Chopper with Suicide Clutch

A Real Long Front End that’s Near Too Much

 

I Ride through the Hills with Curves and Trees

I Love the Scenery and Feeling the Breeze

I Love to Hear My Drag Pipes Roar

I Love the Freedom of an Eagles Soar

 

I’ll Ride till I’m Dead if it’s the Good Lords Will

Riding Iron Horses will always give Me a Thrill

I Build Them I Break Them and then Do it Again

I’ll be Building, Changing, and Riding them Until the End

 

Author: Lee Ball