We were bikers back in the day, the 1950's is when we started....my buddies and me. We rode Triumphs, BSA, Nortons, Harleys and Indians and we argued who had the best and fastest motorcycle. We imitated James Dean with our white tee shirts with rolled up sleeves, and we wore black jackets that made our mothers worry... my buddies and me. We rode hard, we drank beer and we worked on our own bikes, we were independent and free. We were straight and tall, we held our heads high...my buddies and me.
As we became men, some of us married, most of us went to work, some went to college, and sadly some of us went off to war...my buddies and me. We raised our children and supported our wives while younger men rode their motorcycles in our stead. We were gallant and trusted men...my buddies and me. We never wavered, we never quit, we always did what we had to do, we did what men do...my buddies and me.
As we aged and our children had children, we once again turned to motorcycles to fill the void that was in us all these years. We rode with dim eyes, gray hair and sore knees, but we rode together again straight and tall...my buddies and me. We rode Harleys, and we rode Indians, Victorys and metric bikes and we argued who had the best motorcycle just as before...my buddies and me.
Now I am in the winter of my years and I sit and wonder what happened to my buddies and their motorcycles...because you see, my buddies are gone, and now it's just me.
Written by Hamamatsu
As we became men, some of us married, most of us went to work, some went to college, and sadly some of us went off to war...my buddies and me. We raised our children and supported our wives while younger men rode their motorcycles in our stead. We were gallant and trusted men...my buddies and me. We never wavered, we never quit, we always did what we had to do, we did what men do...my buddies and me.
As we aged and our children had children, we once again turned to motorcycles to fill the void that was in us all these years. We rode with dim eyes, gray hair and sore knees, but we rode together again straight and tall...my buddies and me. We rode Harleys, and we rode Indians, Victorys and metric bikes and we argued who had the best motorcycle just as before...my buddies and me.
Now I am in the winter of my years and I sit and wonder what happened to my buddies and their motorcycles...because you see, my buddies are gone, and now it's just me.
Written by Hamamatsu
