Where would you rather live?

[Zen Badger]

P.s I penned this a couple of weeks ago after a good Sundays ride on my Fazer....

The motorcycles song.

My bike, she sings a song,
A song of power, a song of speed.
A song of flight, of balance, of the need.
She sings of solitude, of the countless lonely miles.
A song of meetings at the end of the long days ride.
She sings a song that the beige people cannot hear, or ever hope to understand.
A sirens song, that tempts me to the ragged edge of disaster, then drags me back.
Sobbing, crying, shaking...... and ready to do it again.
A song that swoops, rises, curves and falls. A song that is mellow, yet leaves me drained.
She sings to my heart to keep it beating, she sings in my soul and gives it meaning.
A song of one. One with the road, one with my bike.
One with myself.
My bike, she sings a song.
And it is a very, very seductive song.


So you can take your asinine assumption and stuff it in the usual aperture.