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Girl On An Indian Motorbike

In memory she’s pretty and young, 
Dressed in Land Army girls dress
(Where my memory starts to fail
False memory fills in the rest),
Fresh faced, full breasted, shirt
Sleeves rolled, her arms half bare 
Talking and joking and smoking,
Smoke drifting through blonde hair, 
Sitting astride her big Indian bike,
In those days not a usual sight,
But it’s burned in my mind
So I’m sure I have the details right.

Embossed on its petrol tank,
In Eagle feathered head dress,
A proud Comanche chief
In paintwork so vivid and fresh.
Straight from the cover of the comic
I’d been holding there in my hand
Imagined I was a brave,  member
Of his defiant renegade band.
She was chatting with my brother,
A full seven years older than me, 
And  a few more  the village lads
Him and maybe another two or three.
 
It’s about nineteen fifty,  
Such a very different world,
Very rarely then did you see  
A motorbike riding girl.
Then kicking that bike into life
She was off and riding away
I don’t think I saw her again 
After that one very special day.
I knew who she was,
Still remember her name
A farmer’s young daughter
A tomboy of local fame.

More than sixty years later
She sprang back to mind.
Browsing a gallery
And what did I find:
A reproduction poster, 
A girl on an Indian Machine,
Those years rolled away
As though they’ve never been.
And that blonde girl in my mind
So casually brought back to life
Did she eventually become
Some good man’s happy wife.

And what of that Indian bike
She’d ridden with style and flair
On which she’d  lavished
So much time, effort and  care?
Did she maybe take it
For one last, long loving, ride
Before saying good bye to the machine 
That had brought so much joy and pride.
That poster now hangs on a friend’s wall
A present we knew she’d like 
In her younger days we knew
She’d ridden her own Indian bike.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 12/26/2022 11:47:00 AM
i love how that one glimpse of that girl was powerful enough to have been etched in your memory and still be so fresh all these years later, terry...
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Terry Ireland
Date: 12/27/2022 7:02:00 AM
Thanks ilene. Just a pre teen with my Big Bruv, his mates and their junky old machines and then this Blonde Goddess on shine machine turns up. Golden Girl, Byke, and memory

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