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reach down beneath
	mustard yellow tank
to the stopcock there
	and opened the flow

to neutral shift
	open the clutch
lightly in leap up
	and kick down hard

blip the throttle
	till the engine settles
click into gear
	engage the clutch

open the throttle
	the engine roars
the bike leaps ahead
	and your smile spreads

in distance far
	they softly hear
a soft murmur
	growing near

a twisting road flows
	through growing trees
and rolling hills
	across the land

they can hear
	the engine fade
and roar again
	with each shifting gear

far away
	on the last curve
they now can see
	it growing near

bright sun glitters
	on highlighting chrome
in nest of tubes
	all black as night

the roaring gathers
	rushing near
as the rider
	races into view

tight black curls
	over short beard
in wind ripples
	flowing free

sleeveless vest
	and blue jeans
cowboy boots
	stained with oil

rushing by
	his hand rising
a salute made
	a fist in the air

the wind of passing
	blows across you
scent of engine
	and he heated oil

flying by
	you can see
on shoulders broad
	Triumph

racing away
	the roaring fades
the rider dwindles
	fading away

down the road
	into twisting turn
among the trees
	lost now from view

wind rushes freely
	blowing through the clothes
cooling the sweat
	from the sun beating down

shifting weight lightly
	throttle and brakes work
setting up the line
	for the next curve

aiming for nowhere
	no goal is insight
just a open road
	in afternoons light

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