A Little Poetry... "Gettin' Some Northbound"

Alpha Biker, Preacher Chuck D. For those who have ridden that stretch of 93 under the city of Boston...
The bike sounds like a hot chainsaw on a cool fall day… as we cut thru 3am traffic. The 21-inch hovers just off the ground… my girls thighs tighten their grip.

KDs flutter on the bridge of my nose… tail-lights blur… life becomes clear.
The speedo buries itself… somewhere beyond its final reading.

The Callahan tunnel sounds like a tornado… exhaust pulses pummel the tiled walls.
Wide open… we launch… from the northbound mouth… into the cool night air.

Third gear volunteers… to reign in the chaos… before the hard bank left.
Baker and S & S fight it out… the ass end dances… the turn comes on too fast.

The front end dives… the Avon bites… the primary casing ignites the nite!

Breath comes back… throttle is cracked… another moment is lived!

Red-hot drag pipes… bark their applause… for all of Boston to hear!!

Hell-bound… to the North Shore… once again!!!

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