CYCLE LOVER'S

• Motorcycle excerpst from Brush Strokes
• Alvin's pet 1197 Z1 Kawasaki
• Get on Get Off and Riding in the Rain by Alvin Horn

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Motorcyle Excerpts from BRUSH STROKES

"My woman liked to ride on the back of my motorcycle. Sometimes she would ride her own Kawasaki KZ 1000, but most of the time she rode hanging on to me.......a two-wheeled machine along the rolling and twisting byways and highways of Canada had me
singing
Let’s Get It On."

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"The bikes were locked in a trailer in the parking garage. We started to unload them. "Tylowe, these are great motorcycles, my man. I had one of the best race mechanics in world do some work on ‘em right"

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"Oh, here, my friend, the owner’s document, the red one is for you to own. I’ve put your name down for your legal ownership in the United States. But you have your choice, my man, to which one you want to ride today. They are both fast and sexy looking, much like our two ladies."

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Alvin's pet 1197 Z1 Kawasaki | Roll with me mama poem

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Alvin's street ride : yamaha FJ1200

Alvin's pet 1197 Z1 Kawasaki --sometimes I don't get to ride because I'm writing something for you to read. When I do ride it's for10 seconds of pure power, and sometimes it's for hours of pure joy.

Get On Get Off | Motorcycle excerpst from Brush Strokes

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Get On......Get Off

In my dreams…the switch is turned on

She and I removed our helmets

We kissed while we rolled-on in first gear

Released our cruise controls

Played freeway tag, touching each others rear

Changed lanes in and out and around each other

Weaving foreplay

Downshifted into the mating game

I watched you ride as if you were tight on a pole

Work that ride baby

Your intake make me comes on hard

Hot road underneath us

We sweat in our leathers; it’s well oiled down there

In my dreams…we hit the open road

A smile flows from your eyes, from behind your visor

I admire your paint job as we roll side by side  

My vision is not blurred…from going as fast as I can

You accelerate into every corner

You pass me, and I draft into your backside burn

I’m on your tail…I mean trail…as the sway of your hips is a magnet to my engine

I hit the throttle

My front-end is up in the air, and it doesn’t seem to want to come down

You know I’m showing off

But you love my confidence as I pull in behind you

And my big motor runs good, because you put the fuel in it

I slow down

There’s a funny liquid on your tail…I mean on the trail…

You bring your RPM’s up, again

I enjoy knowing, you are having one for the road

After you have finished vibrating…shaking, and decelerating

We both drop down to first gear again

Remove our helmets

Kiss while rolling side by side

Cruise on into the sunset

At last light

We put our kickstands down

And sleep for awhile

In my dreams… the switch is turned to get off

 

@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn

Riding in the Rain

I saw you while riding in the rain

Thoughts of you played like a movie

As rain drops fell, and misted on my face shield,

I slowed down to enjoy thinking about you

And I slowed down to make sure I got back to you

The rain was warm; I could see a Rainbow ahead

My silver lining trimmed in red hummed underneath me

Two-wheels stayed down, I stayed up, under control, as my heart raced wanting to get you

Spray spread, with my feelings forever widening

The rain is dropping; it’s music, keeping a beat, and firing on time

I feel your passionate heart on my back

You’re there, behind me, holding on, as rain runs down, in-between

We’re riding in the rain, liquid sunshine, heat coming up, and going down

We reach our destination

Center stand down, feet on the ground

We face, and kiss the mist

The dampness is sweet

 

@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn

Motorcylce excerpst from Brush Strokes |
Alvin's pet 1197 Z1 Kawasaki

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