Fat Boys on Harleys never had this much fun,
As takin; my XR for a High Desert run.
Throwing rooster tails out from the back,
Bouncin’ off berms out on the track.
Thorns from a Mesquite are tearin’ my sleeve,
I’m havin’ more fun than you might believe.
Up on the pegs when a sand wash appears,
I’m shiftin’ my weight and shiftin’ my gears.
I can handle any hurdle that comes into sight,
By twisti’n the throttle to get the front light.
My face and my jersey are covered with dust,
The bars are bent up and startin’ to rust.
I’ll ride up a canyon without any trail,
Like the Pony Express a-haulin’ the mail.
At the top of the pass, I’ll tarry a bit,
On top of the world, I’ve done my bit.
There ain’t nutthin’ like a gnarly dirt bike,
It beats a Gold Wing or even a trrike.
Fat boys on Harleys have all that they need,
But they’re full of envy when I ride my steed.
LDT August 8 ‘25
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Ya, they pretty much have to stick to the roads! I’m thinking you have had more fun than those guys with dune buggies, too! It’s fun to need skill to have your fun, too!
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Ya, they pretty much have to stick to the roads! I’m thinking you have had more fun than those guys with dune buggies, too! It’s fun to need skill to have your fun, too!
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