It was a cool October evening, the kind that calls to you to ride, as you prepare your putt for action and prepare to climb astride.

You take all the necessary precautions such as load your bag of tools, the one thing you can't prepare for is bunch of cage'en fools!

Oh God the air is crisp, your chaps now well deserved, you wish you'd brought a Harley scarf but you won't loose your nerve.

You prepare to dial the number of your latest sweetie-pie and tell her to dress warmly, cause you hate it when she cries.

This one's been a woman that you might want to keep around, you've hardly ever seen her pretty face looking sad or wearing frowns.

She understands you scooter, and surely likes to putt, and the cutest part about her is that fantastic looking butt!

But that highway's still been calling as you putt to pick her up, and hope the cages all stay home tonight-you could use a change of luck!

The steady rumble of the pipes mock the rhythm of your heart as she climbs astride your favorite ride and says "lets move it you old fart!"

Rod Foley 02/08/2002

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