Grandpa's Ride

red rusty rubber,crackely flats black leather broken where grandfather sat changing a tire in his goggles and jacket stuck in the mire midst the smoke and the racket come grip the wheel ,you can still get the feeling gasoline fumes and those skinny tires squealing there were no highways to show him the way as new as a trip to the moon in those days now grandpa comes out from one thirty til three to teach us how wonderful touring can be we zoom over fields and ride thru the town theres no need to yield and we never slow down the old Model T full of power and pride we don't leave the yard but it's still Grandpa's ride.