Savored History

Savored History
written by Rod Hatter
Feb. 29, 2012
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Flatheads, Knuckles, Pans or Shovels...
Great machines...not for novels.
Real Iron rides from the U.S.A.,
consuming passions...everyday.
Some leak oil...some have rust...
Still, they run...through winds we lust...
Some are choppers...some are stock.
When together...quite the flock.
They hold memories...They have class.
Look real hard...as next ones pass.
Many start by kicking over,
yet to us, they're still called "Lover".
They are ours...They make us proud,
of our rides...that are so loud.
Some with noise...some in style...
Most are riden...many miles...
We share knowledge...how to fix.
Many of us know some tricks.
Parts...we never throw away...
Save them for a rainy day...
This is why they're still around...
Savored history...Roads they pound.
When a friend is down and out...
All kick in as partners stout.
Share a brew, share some joy...
Just like kids who love their toys.
Fellowship, and honor's pride...
We are thankful...They still ride.

NOTE* Riden is spelled right...
It became ridden sometime after 1959,
but I went to the old school...