My Rider Is Ready To Roll

Sixty years is long, one heck of a history,

holding so many rallies is really no mystery.

My rider knows it, he’s even older than that,

he sports a T-shirt that establishes the fact.

Although my rider’s tired and a bit sore,

he’s eager to throttle on, ‘n go for some more.

Every time I turn over and explode into life,

it’s my rider’s pride he could cut with his knife.

Getting to Sturgis will be barrels of fun,

a damn sight better than any poker run.

It’ll be the best party, and make no mistake,

it’s the best ride this year that you could make.

When I-90 transmutes to thousands of bikes,

it’s the Black Hills scene every rider likes.

A great place to be, this place called Sturgis,

one of the summer’s most favorite splurges.

My handlebars head us to the big congregation,

to the best bike meet in the entire nation.

The oil will be hot, the wheels a spinnin’,

to the races to watch who’ll be winnin’.

Don’t want to arrive too late in the city,

missing some of that fun would be such a pity.

Parked, with my rear wheel against the curb,

next to some customs with paint jobs superb.

The smell of BBQ, exhaust and leather,

some beverages, too, bring bike folks together.

Races, rallies, competition and babes,

many looking to tourists like renegades.

So get your names in to reserve the last spaces,

cause nothing’ll be like this year’s rally ‘n races.

Don’t miss the millenium’s event of the year,

losing braggin’ rights this time, will sound pretty

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