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I’d never ridden a motorcycle before. But when she asked if she could take me for a ride I couldn’t find a single reason to say no.
A venue was set Folks came from miles around Just to hear the music & get down The band was wailing on their guitar A solo was underway The brews were flowing
It's not just noise, The motor is music to my ears. My nerves tingle, My heart races, and everything is clear. Hold in the clutch, Rev it up! My soul is finally free.
I remember the sound of the bike starting. I remember the pur of the motor. I remember pulling my helmet on over my head. And getting on the back of the bike. I remember holding on to the back of the seat.
The Wind rushes by The World is a beautiful blur I feel the Power underneath me There is nothing so Free As riding a Motorcycle