A Cool Ride Poem by George Hunter

Woke up this morning
...at about six-0-five.
It was a clear sky day
...and I was glad to be alive.

Temperature hovering at
...twenty-five degrees
Felt colder than that
... if you factor in the breeze.

I had a huge hankerin’
...to go for a ride
I wouldn’t let cold weather
...turn me aside.

I wanted to see
...what the morning would bring
So I cranked my BMW
...and straddled that thing.

Lots of power left
...in that 750 Boxer Twin
So I roared up the road
...like a racer set to win.

I headed towards the mountains
...goin’ North on Forty-One
Ridin’ that old cruiser,
...that Iron Horse could really run.

Stopped at a rustic
...diner that I knew
I had me some eggs and bacon
...and a short stack too,

Now ‘twas time to head for home
...so I zoomed on down the hill
About that time I began
...to get a chill.

Felt like thirthy below
...with the wind roaring past
Could of slowed down
...but I liked to ride real fast.

By the time I got home
...my body was quaking
I had to warm up fast
...and stop this awful shaking.

Got a touch of hypothermia
...or some such thing
As there was no way
...I could stop my shivering

Stood over the stove
...and tried to warm up
While drinking hot lava
...from a steaming Java cup.

Finally thawed out
...and was able again to smile
But I gotta tell you true
..I was worried for a while.

Oh well, summer’s comin’
...and there’ll soon be lots of sun
And ridin’ that old Beemer
...will be a heap of fun!