To have a fun day on the Harley -
Letting the wind blow through our hair
Sporting our nice leather jackets and chaps -
hurting our legs - we wouldn't dare
This is what retirement is all about feeling
young and free on a bike
Heck, we live a great life, raised three kids
we can do what we like
In hindsight a helmet?? - We give in, we admit, it
would of been smart
We have the headache, bleeding brain, stitches, metal plate in
the wrist, cracked pelvic
From now on I promise to leave my daughter-in-law alone,
she is not a blonde wing ding
She was right after all, that bike is a dangerous thing
So give us some advil, motrin approved - a dinner would be nice,
come fluff a pillow or two
You're happy we lived, belated we're sure, and now we have yet another
great story for you
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