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Post by OasisNZ on Jun 16, 2007 20:26:09 GMT 12
THE LAST RIDE...
Riding along, just me on The Bitch, Not knowin' the road, or which way she'd switch. The fork up ahead, at eighty looks tight, So I twist on the snot, and hang to the right.
Pull out at the ton, she took it with ease, Growling and pleading to give her more sneeze. OK then Bitch, if it's full snot ya crave, Hold on to your pipes, I don't fear the grave.
The view up ahead looks a good mile of straight, But the fucking front tire that night held my fate. Now I lay here, me under The Bitch, Blood and oil pumping from us, and into the ditch.
I look at us twisted, oil and blood on us both, I lay back and wonder, was it all worth while...
Too right, fucking oath!
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Post by Suzie on Jun 16, 2007 20:44:17 GMT 12
What make was 'the bitch' ?
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Post by OasisNZ on Jun 16, 2007 20:46:46 GMT 12
What make was 'the bitch' ? Harley Roadster 1000. A Sporster 1000 with a larger tank basically, 1994 model.
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Post by OasisNZ on Jun 16, 2007 20:51:54 GMT 12
Sorry, that should be 1984 model...
The poem came to me in a moment of inspiration sitting on a huge piece of sawmill machinery that chucked logs about the place, then sliced them like butter.
A few days earlier I was going for a ride, and one of the pipes blew off the bike, haha, my pillion just about shit himself, and so did I frankly!
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Post by Suzie on Jun 16, 2007 20:55:00 GMT 12
It's really good, one can almost see you (not that I know what you look like) but can imagine the look on your face and the excitement of pushing just to get the speed you needed, I bet the adeniline was fair flowing through your veins. Most certainly the stuff memories are made of, and well worth recording.
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Post by ladeda on Jun 17, 2007 9:32:08 GMT 12
Very good poem Oasis. You surprise me - I wouldn't have picked you as writing poetry. You should write more...
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