DINOSAUR
by Shovelwolf

The old man looked at the boy and said
"That's a fine looking chopper son."
Did you do the work yourself?
If so, it was a job real well done.
Now, that style of chop, you don't see much nowadays.
And that 5-spoke mag on the back, years ago was all the craze."

Now the young man asked him if he rode.
The old man smiled and said,"I do."
"Sit down, let's talk awhile, then there's something I want to show to you".

He said, "I started riding before I went to war;
been riding ever since cause it helps me forget all that saw.
Now I've ridden 'em all, bobbers, strippers, and chops.
All my scoots been custom,
Couldn't stand to leave em stock."

"Now, I've never had a brand new machine
Never really wanted one
I'd buy myself a basket case
and it would be like new when I was done.
Back then, we didn't have catalogs—
couldn't buy custom off the shelf.
If you wanted custom
you had to build it yourself."

"Things have changed alot,
it's not that way anymore."
People buy what they call custom, right off the showroom floor.
I guess their idea of custom, is a whole lot different than mine
'Cause custom can't be bought;"
it comes from your heart, your soul, your mind."

He said, "Come on, boy, let's go!"
and they headed for his place.
He had excitement in his eyes
and a smile on his face.
When he opened up the door,
there it sat, pretty as could be,
a classic, black, panhead chop
vintage, '53.

The boy said, "I told you my name, but I never did get yours"
The old man said," In my younger days they called me 'scooter trash'
but riders nowadays call me 'Dinosaur'."