Matchless
Riding south into summertime.
As the days grow longer
and winter winds right down
I look forward to brighter days.
to ride my bike out of town.
I yearn now for the open road
riding my Matchless seven fifty
heading south towards the sun
only my motorbike and me.
The acceleration’s scintillating
torque trembles through the frame
transferred to the back wheel
I’ll never feel the same.
This magical sense of freedom
on wings I fly away
and feel I’m the king of the road
forever and a day.
The roar of the exhaust
resonates and echoes back
along highways and byways
then further down the track.
Unparalleled second to none
synchronised machinery
inseparable to the last
my Matchless bike and me.
Back when I was nineteen
bold and bullet proof
my Matchless was my soul
heartbeat and the truth.
The speed was unsurpassed
the handling tight and true
riding south into summertime
into the endless blue.
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David Rudder
9th January 2021
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