Midsummer motorbikes
Leather and lace
Chasing the pace
Gliding with grace
Race, after race, after race
Gearbox grinds
Castrol GTX
Accept nothing less
Speed to excess
In your leather gear
And your carbon fibre head-dress
Donnington to Daytona
Meeting the world's best
Taking the test
Over the crest
Bury the rest
James dean
Barry sheen
Silver screen
Racing machine
Living the dream
Ride on Easy Rider
Remember those Harley Davison days
Long hot rides
Long hot lays
Where the devil blindfolds those who play
Early start
Kerb-cracking summer sunrise
Engines overheating
Fear of missing the meeting
Why does she deserve mistreating
I love my girl
I treat her right
She holds me tight
A pillion passenger’s pure delight
Wind-warm day
Sexy steamy night
Rock and roll
Hells angel’s caress
Honda Gold Wing riders overdress
First place is a short lived success
He passed the rest
With the yellow flag flying
The Jagger of a rolling stone
Inside the Sunday supplement
Sixty years of engaging entertainment
More than once
Against the wall with Marianne
Just like sussy pussy
Stood proud outside the winner’s Caravan
Dawn to dusk
Bitches and biking
The circus stalls
The chequered flag falls
Another year of mustard memories
Astride the night
Revelations in sight
Roaring and scoring
Sensual summer sojourn
Easy as the aura adorned
Two hundred miles an hour
Re-live the heroes
Beneath the wires
And the crows
Faster than the speed-cam carrier
Once more then you'll marry her
Into the garage in the half-light
It's an awful long time since midnight
You hug and you hold yourself so tight
If you pinch yourself then you just might
Believe it, you've been, you've seen
You've only gone and got the true insight
