Road Trip
Road Trip
Roaring motor, full tank of gas,
candy paint covered the car,
Odometer reset, shades on, the
wheels shining like a star.
Another mission we're on
without a phone, no GPS,
Didn't matter where we were
going, ain't got no worries-zero
stress!
Throttles down, top is dropped,
wind blowing through our hair,
Racing thru the turns and
traffic, passing with no care!
In due time we'll make it,
arrive to our destination,
Properly revise our plan and
find the nearest gas station.
Copyright © Neil Thirstrup | Year Posted 2013
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