A Small Effort

[JCsman]

The Hunting Hoon

He was decked out in a leather suit,
The kind the speed-boys wear.
He passed me going 90,
Leaving thunder in the air.

I could have let him go,
But this road belongs to me!
So I muttered in my helmet,
“We’ll see what we shall see”.

A twist of wrist,
A flick of toe,
And so began,
The road-dance show.

Tucked in tight,
Behind the screen,
The engine’s cry,
Becomes obscene.

I knew my bike,
Could match his steed,
So skill and daring’s,
All I’d need.

I brake…hard right,
I lean far in,
My helmet fills,
With joyous grin.

He knew his stuff, that racer lad.
No chicken strips tonight.
But that’s the way I like it…
When they try to mount a fight.

The splash of sparks,
As two pegs scrape,
I’m closing in,
He’ll not escape.

I know this road,
Each dip, each twist.
So greater urge,
Flows from my wrist.

I’m on his wheel…
The inside line.
Move past him now,
Lord… that was fine!

A few more turns,
I move away,
And we both know,
That’s where I’ll stay.

The road turns straight,
Let off the gas.
Leave racer boy,
To make his pass.

I raced a bike,
But here’s the truth.
Tonight I caught,
My long-lost youth.

[1MPH]

Very nice Bill.

The Hunting Hoon.....or.....An ode to Dean Lear.

[geechie]

Yay!!

G

[Deans BMW]

Wow, brought tears to my eyes.

Can't tell you how many times that very joust has occured up here in the mountains.

[arkline]

Absolutely terrific. I love it. My keyboard is off to you. Someone who can play something should put this to music. It should be right up there with the Vincent song.

[JCsman]

Ron, Geechie, Dean and Jack:

Thanks so much for the kind words. I hesitated a long time before posting this. I tend to think that, as a writer, I'm a really good engineer. I feared a measure of ridicule at my abilities. But to receive praise from guys I admire here is welcome indeed.

I might even try again some time.

[1MPH]

:more: :more: :more:
more more more

[Wild Will]

well done!

[Bones]

Great stuff. Loved it. And, "if I have to explain it, you wouldn't understand" certainly applies here.

Jeff

[fganger]

Bill,

I have no idea if it's good or bad, I only know that any male rider, with some hours on the clock will relate. :eusa_clap:

To tell you the truth, I feared the rider was going to over-cook it and crash and burn. That would normally not be something I'd care to read, but your writing was of such quality I had to stay.

Good going,
Frank
:eusa_clap: :eusa_clap: :eusa_clap: :eusa_clap:

[Acacia]

Nice!

So true. Captured the essence.

Great fun at the end of the road to lift the visor to show off the gray hair and beard and pot belly to the young-un's!

[DarthRider]

Bill, that is so cool!
And a piece all us old hoons can relate to, whether in reality, in memory, or only in a dream.
I think a good writer is peeking out of the closet...more, please!

[geechie]

Bill,

Don't be afraid to try. An artist, regardless of his or her medium is going to receive criticism. Comes with the territory. Some will be justified, perhaps, and some won't be.

My wife paints and I sing and take a few pictures and try to be creative in the kitchen. We're neither of us major talents but we enjoy doing it. When someone else "gets it" it makes it all worthwhile.

You keep it up, you hear?

I'm going to have the great pleasure this evening, of singing (along with about twenty of my Men's Chorus mates) the Star Spangled Banner before the local soccer team's game with Puerto Rico. We're gonna knock 'em out! Wish you guys could hear us.

George

[DarthRider]

"...I'm going to have the great pleasure this evening, of singing (along with about twenty of my Men's Chorus mates) the Star Spangled Banner before the local soccer team's game with Puerto Rico. We're gonna knock 'em out! Wish you guys could hear us..."

I wish we could too George.
Break a leg...or strip a gear...or something!