An old bicycle ride, to markets and selling doughnuts,
And ever since upgraded, to chopper to superbike and flashy ride,
Where speed seems to speak a language of pride,
Waiting for a crash,
A crash I had always wanted,
As I am not one who speeds – though amazingly I did.
And survive I did.
And ever since, I bought a humble car for two to ride,
Such a beautiful ride,
From two to three, or four it could be?
And I know we will be happy in our ride,
An Aston or Jaguar, or a humble Saga,
Regardless, as to a beautiful place we shall race.
