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
Its just another trail ride
2 comments:
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
DIRT BIKES! Right on hombre! Take her to the high country and shred the gnar!
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