American Biker

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American Biker

Im an american biker, I live an american dream

I ride to live and I live to ride, I love to listen to my twin pipes scream...

Im found on the road where the wild wind blows, chasing the adventure that lies beyond

I share the same memories of a hundred thousand bikers that have rolled through a cold mornings dawn.

And, as with those that have been through the same shit as i, just trying to survive the ride...

through the rain, the hail, the wind, and heat we've gone.... with only riding on our mind.

I know the love of life, and the fear of god, and I know the beauty in chasing the wind.

I know what its like to ride for my life, just to say i did...

There is no telling just why I do it, its something a rider wouldnt bother to explain

But the answer is out there, on the backroads, and byways, and in the thunder of the Colorado rain.

Its found in the mountains of Washington, and all across Montana's big sky

Its found in the wilderness of the long road to Alaska, and the Yukon by late evening light

Its seen in a face weathered and torn so bad it makes a grown man ask...why?

Its seen in that telltale look of a tired riders experienced eye.

Its felt in your heart when the road gets to long, and the feeling gets desperately lonely...

Its felt in that heartpounding anticipation of the last ten miles to that lady im loving.

From alaska, to the atlantic, the bruce highway, coral sea, or either 'top of the world' pass.

memories of making new friends, pulling a cold one, just sittin around talking trash...

for now, the wheels keep on turning, and one day i wont have to wake

and pack down my load.

but, until then, if your looking for me, look for me out on the road...

Catch me anywhere from salt flats, to seashores, maybe the plains of nebraska, or the desert of arizona...

i might roll through the forests of oregon, or the ski slopes of Whistler, and always......the Broken Spoke in South Dakota....

Yes... The dream rolls along, the bike sings her loving song, and the world is in full harmony...

Its the road, its the world, its the people i meet that make it all happen for me.

Im damn proud to be an american biker, and I will be till the day i die

Just give me a fast hawg, a long winding road, and a star to steer her by...

Honey, we're running home........

 

 

 

 

Dedicated with love and rememberances to all the brothers and sisters that have lost thier lives living the dream...

'SLEDGE'

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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