R E poetry
Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 8:43 pm
So many years without a bike,
But now with hungry eyes,
I look for something suitable,
That I can customise.
Although I browsed the modern bikes,
I did not like their looks.
Then saw a Royal Enfield,
Straight from the history books!
Should I get an army bike,
or Classic E.F.I.?
This looks cool, a Woodsman?
Here's my card, I'll buy!
The bike's quite tidy as it is,
But let's go spend some dough,
A "Hitchcock's Bullet Bible",
and off we damn well go!
Road tyres didn't look so hot,
So I fitted knobbly,
It really gives a macho look,
But now rides all wobbly.
The headlamp peak just looks so nice,
Quite like a baseball cap,
A lithium-ion battery,
(how £***ing much was that?)
Pilot, instrument, brake lights too,
All changed to L.E.D.
Everything is brighter now,
And halogen helps me see.
Good grief, it's bloody beautiful,
and dispels any fears,
its well beyond my wildest dreams,
and moves me close to tears.
Three days later, still no name,
Then hits me with a jolt,
The sound's unique but very loud,
I'll name it "Thunderbolt"
A final check, I take it out,
it all seems very sound,
I want to try some minor roads,
but it just nosed around.
I cannot keep it out the trees,
I almost hear it say,
"You went and bought a Woodsman...
Where d'you THINK I like to play?"
A teen on plastic trials bike,
Said "Wow, that looks so nice!"
His mount looked like the jap's had
lost a war with Fisher-Price.
I lied "Your bike looks very neat,
What do you think of it?"
He said "the plastic bits snap off,
the chainguard's broke, it's sh*t!"
Two weeks it took to run it in,
vibrations hit my bum,
The second week was easier,
as I had gone quite numb.
Thunderbolts' a unique ride,
I find it best for leisure,
Other bikes may thrill with speed,
But this one is pure pleasure.
A lovely day, a country road,
Behind, a funny sound,
The indicator/brake lamp bracket's,
dragging on the ground.
I go in search of sodding bolt,
I find it down the lane,
Locktite goes on, I tell the bike
"you bloody won't again!"
The times I've had with "Thunderbolt"
Both good and bad emotions,
But I forgive when bits fall off...
it's won my true devotion
Through many years I've bought and sold
So many different rides,
But my Bullet's a true "Motor Cycle"
Not just "another" bike!
But now with hungry eyes,
I look for something suitable,
That I can customise.
Although I browsed the modern bikes,
I did not like their looks.
Then saw a Royal Enfield,
Straight from the history books!
Should I get an army bike,
or Classic E.F.I.?
This looks cool, a Woodsman?
Here's my card, I'll buy!
The bike's quite tidy as it is,
But let's go spend some dough,
A "Hitchcock's Bullet Bible",
and off we damn well go!
Road tyres didn't look so hot,
So I fitted knobbly,
It really gives a macho look,
But now rides all wobbly.
The headlamp peak just looks so nice,
Quite like a baseball cap,
A lithium-ion battery,
(how £***ing much was that?)
Pilot, instrument, brake lights too,
All changed to L.E.D.
Everything is brighter now,
And halogen helps me see.
Good grief, it's bloody beautiful,
and dispels any fears,
its well beyond my wildest dreams,
and moves me close to tears.
Three days later, still no name,
Then hits me with a jolt,
The sound's unique but very loud,
I'll name it "Thunderbolt"
A final check, I take it out,
it all seems very sound,
I want to try some minor roads,
but it just nosed around.
I cannot keep it out the trees,
I almost hear it say,
"You went and bought a Woodsman...
Where d'you THINK I like to play?"
A teen on plastic trials bike,
Said "Wow, that looks so nice!"
His mount looked like the jap's had
lost a war with Fisher-Price.
I lied "Your bike looks very neat,
What do you think of it?"
He said "the plastic bits snap off,
the chainguard's broke, it's sh*t!"
Two weeks it took to run it in,
vibrations hit my bum,
The second week was easier,
as I had gone quite numb.
Thunderbolts' a unique ride,
I find it best for leisure,
Other bikes may thrill with speed,
But this one is pure pleasure.
A lovely day, a country road,
Behind, a funny sound,
The indicator/brake lamp bracket's,
dragging on the ground.
I go in search of sodding bolt,
I find it down the lane,
Locktite goes on, I tell the bike
"you bloody won't again!"
The times I've had with "Thunderbolt"
Both good and bad emotions,
But I forgive when bits fall off...
it's won my true devotion
Through many years I've bought and sold
So many different rides,
But my Bullet's a true "Motor Cycle"
Not just "another" bike!
