I am a brand new member and want to kick off with a poem I wrote about my first motorcycle. You will see from the dates that I am older than most but still riding. Admittedly only occasionally now and only in fair weather and not in the dark!
THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
An old BSA Twin from years ago
No coil or points- - - just a magneto.
At the mercy of Lucas, while riding at night
Oh yes your right, no sign of a light!
Kick for a while, then kick even harder.
Hell no, there’s no electric starter!
It might kick you back; always that chance
Have to set just right, that spark advance.
Oil on my boots, a real fun spoiler
Especially when trying to impress her.
Oil leaks seem to be part of the plan
Even in the showroom, always a drip pan.
I remember well our courting days,
And it never, ever, ceased to amaze
at the incredible things one can do
on an old BSA- - - - - - 1952 !
Now over 50 years have passed
I now don’t ride nearly as fast
The crazy things of long ago,
Only a memory- - - soon to go
That old Golden Flash, only 650cc’s
Plenty enough, two up like a breeze.
Yes that old BSA was the same as my wife.
That old BSA was The Love of my Life!
