Steve Brandenburg

Not his first cycle – but Steve built this one…FIRST RIDE

Spring breeze,
scent of flowers in the air,
An urge overwhelms
time to get the scoot out of winter mothballs.

Polish till well shined
straddle and it fire it up.
Listen to the V-Twin so fine
music too your ears.

Hit the highway and ride
don’t care where you go.
Wind in your face
your on your way.

Just riding on this spring day
sense and smells you can’t believe.
You’re not driving a cage.

Drop into a valley
man what a change;
Then warms again
when you go on the rise.

A small town you come to
and cruse through so slow.
People stop what they are doing
look and turn as you go by.

Some wave
some do not.
But deep down inside
you know they wish they had the freedom
to ride at your side.