Gravel Rocks!

Dirtbike!

The gravel ahead

Kickin up patches of grass

Creatin my own path

I didn't see it comin

Revin the throttle, oh yeah baby, smokin

The minute gravel hit the tires

I knew somethin was gonna be broken

Bike on it's side and

Me on the ground

Three layers of skin

Ripped off of my palms

My shoulder ripped up

A tattoo design of rock

Blood drippin from wounds

All thanks to brakes that locked

"Are you okay"

Is the next thing I hear

"Oh yeah, bring it on baby"

As I ride again, no fear

Blood drippin off the handle bars

Body aches like I've fallen to far

But oh dear, oh well, you try again

IB heals wounds, but quitters never win


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Riding a motorcycle and a bicycle is a helluva lot different than riding a dirtbike, especially when you bite the dust.  I'm still feelin, and I've got the battle wounds to prove it.

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