Long Night Ride
by Rod Foley

It was a cool October evening, the kind that calls to you to ride, as you
prepare your putt for action and prepare to climb astride.

You take all the necessary precautions such as load your bag of tools, the
one thing you can't prepare for is bunch of cage'en fools!

Oh God the air is crisp, your chaps now well deserved, you wish you'd brought
a Harley scarf but you won't loose your nerve.

You prepare to dial the number of your latest sweetie-pie and tell her to
dress warmly, cause you hate it when she cries.

This one's been a woman that you might want to keep around, you've hardly
ever seen her pretty face looking sad or wearing frowns.

She understands you scooter, and surely likes to putt, and the cutest part
about her is that fantastic looking butt!

But that highway's still been calling as you putt to pick her up, and hope
the cages all stay home tonight--you could use a change of luck!

The steady rumble of the pipes mock the rhythm of your heart as she climbs
astride your favorite ride and says, "Let's move it, you old fart!"