through the desert whipping sand
with only a throttle in my hand
back and forth the earth will bend
I burn up another top end
punishing clutch
stretching cables
I would go faster
if only able
I shoot a hole between the trees
make that bitch get on her knees
whoops become washboards
distant dreams
only chipmunks hear my screams
all this jibberish aside
Its just another trail ride
Hey Newbold, great poem. I missed trail riding so much since going full time flat tracker that yesterday I purchased a cherry 05 wr450, street legal! totally stoked!!!!!!....Mitch G
ReplyDeleteDIRT BIKES! Right on hombre! Take her to the high country and shred the gnar!
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