it's was a cool calm night
and I was feeling uptight...
I felt ..as I wanted to explode..

So I phoned up a few
of my friends.. I call my Bro's ...

we decided to hop on our bikes
and away we go...

escaping.. high up into the hills ...
the higher and higher we rode...

I felt like I was
leaving behind more..
more of my heavy load ...

the peace within..I began to feel
as I made my escape
higher up in the hills...

the load I once carried was
no-longer such...a big deal....

just the wind blowing in my face ....
the sound of my pipes...echoing
from the mountains ... as I raced....

...leaving behind the my problems
and the cities rat race... mile after mile ..
we road ..heard a pack of engines
roaring behind

so we pulled off to side to explore...
hundred of bikes.. flew by in the night

we jumped in at the tail and road
I felt so young .. so free...and bold.

we.. got to the top
pulled over and stopped

as I got off my bike.. things felt so right...
I got a chill... but wasn't a fright

went into the nearest watering hole
and bikers every wear.. wearing black vest
with patches that matched the rest
...they were red white..and a logo in gold

one man walks over reaches
out and shakes my hand

I was so thrilled...I was introduced..
to the big man ! we talked a while
about the things we understand
felt like we were long lost friends

surrounded
with Brothers so loyal
and well respected
I didn't feel a bit rejected

we hung out for a while
we all got a buzz on and
met up with some hose's

we all went on our own way
I ended up spending the night ..
had the time of my life ...

woke up the next morning
next to her .. so I asked ...
who was those guys
wearing black with them
patches of red white..
and logos in gold

... she replied...
it was the angels...
I was told .

I had so much fun
It Become a memory
I could never let go

I never looked back
and never told a soul...
as I left.. I said to my Bro's
we will have to once again
someday travel this old road

it was
so peaceful and surreal .. ......
just the wind blowing in my face
....the sound of ..all those
pipes as we raced...

the echo's from the mountains ...
I will always embrace....

MET UP WITH THE ANGELS but got no trace....

but on the way back down
we seen a big white sign

it read ..route 81
with letters in red.
and a logo in gold

Respects
written by
hdfor
81 supporter