Ridin' Poem by Monicque Dugger

Ridin' down the hi-way
Doin' about 85
Knowin' what it feels like
To be free, to be alive;
Wind is in our hair
Rumblin' between our legs,
Kickin' back and cruisin'
Our feet upon the pegs;
Those winter morning runs
So crisp and cool and clear
The heat of summer's sun
He soothes with ice cold beer;
And I know there's nothing like it
Being totally free,
Just ridin' down the hi-way
The man, the bike, and me!