First Bike: (1953 Ariel 350cc single). Wrote this a while back. Might have posted it before - can't remember (due to "C.R.A.F.T." syndrome...)
It started many years ago
When I moved south down by the snow
And found I had to get around the town
The buses, they were way too slow
A motorbike was the way to go
So through the bike ads I went looking round
My first was made of British steel
You started it up with a kick of the heel
My flatmates thought I was a bloody fool
It weighed a ton, was really slow
But the wheels went round and it did just go
And I thought I was pretty bloody cool
I hadn’t had this thing for long
When several things, they just went wrong
I learned about the dark side of machines
The cables broke, the brakes were poked
The zorst pipe poured out clouds of smoke
I had to do some work behind the scenes
But I did try and by and by
I thought this thing was ready to fly
I took it out for a fang along the road
It first went well, but then, with a clang
It shuddered to a stop and just went BANG!!
I had to push it home to my abode
Most things you can fix with a few little tricks
And a bunch of parts from out in the sticks
And soon I’m cruising down the city street
But my sense of fun was soon undone
I found myself right in the gun
When the motorbike cop and I, we chanced to meet
He chased me up and made me stop
This rotten nasty traffic cop
He got stuck in, his face turned kinda blue
He said I failed to keep to the left
And since of a licence I was bereft
I found myself up to the neck in poo
Eventually I went to court
The beak said “Yerr we know your sort!
If I’d my way I’d make you all do time!
But sadly, since your crimes are small
And you’ve turned up here to field the ball
I’ll hafta make do with a million dollar fine!” (the bastard)
I crawled off home back to my lair
And cursed the day that I did dare
To ride without a licence for the bike
I got out the book and took a good look
And decided that by hook or by crook
I’d get that licence soon as you could like.
But still my learning was not done
Despite the fact of having fun
Soon enough I met the dreaded cage
The man who was driving “didn’t see”
The motorcycle carrying me
And on the road I landed in a rage
Now even though it was his fault
(His head was thicker than a bolt)
I realised that it was up to me
To keep my eyes out good and sharp
And give the horn a real loud PARP
When the cager comes, well, you just gotta flee
From then on in the bike went good
I rode all round the neighbourhood
And even took some trips on down the line
I took it out onto the track
I even managed to ride it back
This biking thing was looking pretty fine
In time I bought a brand new bike
With shiny chrome and things ya like
A modern beast and really up to code
And so it’s gone on ever since
Me you don’t have to convince
I’ll see my days out, biking on the road
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
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