I guess it’s about time I post another composition. You know, this one probably isn’t as good as some of my previous musings… so take a look at a couple of them NOW! Right Now-
Oh, and buy the way; have you spoken to your neighbor about this blog? You know he needs to read it because of the way he doesn’t ride motorcycles. Or maybe it’s the way he votes…?
Getting around in rush hour on a motorcycle can be perilous. You must have good SA ( Situational Awareness ) and an even temper. Congestion on our motorways is more like it is today than it ever has been before.
Late, asleep or caffeine stoked,
Deftly turn from bonger’s toked-
Kiddies prepped; yellow bus distain;
flashing lights, their speed restrain.
Stop and go; a slight repose,
from handy men with trailers towed-
vague memories of open road,
brake hard! ahead an overload.
She turns left! reflector’s stripes-
despite all training, horns and gripes…
Threats to riders everywhere,
Welcome to the rush and scare.