Westbound on the N71
At the foot of the Curragh
Before we ascend
I slow to remind you...
“Lean in -
I lean - You follow! ”
A burst of throttle at seventy
and The big V-Twin is singing
a desmodromic song, climbing a scale
of acceleration so early at dawn
the road is our own.
We're driving west and on the left,
The Curragh sweeps by in a curve
At one hundred and ten we're in a
whirlwind - your thighs tell my hips,
It's time to slow down.
© Calac
*Duke in the wind is a Ducati 900ss
A thoroughbred Italian Motorcycle
The 'Curragh' is a inclining road
upon which we measured speed in mph
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