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BOB

Well His eyes aint what they used to be - and what hair he's got; it's grey
His back hurts every now n then - But He's 51 years old today
Still works as hard as he ever did - Puts food on his loved ones table
Aint pampered by the life he leads - But he's loyal, good and stable

He's been in the saddle off n on - for goin on 30 years
While others traded 2 wheels for 4 - NOT ridin - thats what he fears
He's old school when it comes to friends - Always there to lend a hand
Without question or hesitation - Biker's what we call this man

He'll turn a wrench on ur scoot for free - and share a couple beers
Tell stories of the days gone by - good n bad times, laughs n tears
Rides all he can on a custom chop - built with his own two hands
No factory name on the tank or frame - it's his individual brand

When he swings his leg over that 113 - it's thunder that you hear
Twists the throttle once just to let you know - he's about to disappear
He sails off into the wind like a shot - with an unmistakeable smile
It's contentment, ease and escape from the world - if only for a while

I wrote this down for all to read - bout a man unlike most others
He's been my friend through thick n thin - And I'm proud to call him brother