Ride of a Lifetime
I met a little Welsh girl,
From a village called Southsea.
I had a BeeSA Thunderbolt,
That attracted her to me.
We rode around the country,
We rode around the lanes.
A lovely throbbing feeling,
But not much good for games
.
At night I’d ride my BSA,
To collect her from her home.
But then we’d go out in her car,
The country lanes to roam.
My lovely little Welsh lass,
Had a car with classic style.
This Anglia we drove about,
For many a happy mile.
The beauty of her little car,
Was clear when it was parked.
In lay bys, on the country lanes,
Quite often after dark!
I loved my BeeSA Thunderbolt,
My Welsh girl loved it too.
But the back seat of her Anglia,
Gave us both, much more to do!
I’ve now been married quite some time,
To the Welsh girl… not the car.
An Anglia has not been built,
That would ever go that far!
And I’ve spent many decades,
Still riding on that frame.
No not my cherished Thunderbolt,
For that was far too tame!
Ivor G Davies
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