First Love

Nothing compares to the love I had for my first motorcycle... and no, it wasn't the Fatboy.

Honda 90cc something-or-another dirt bike.
Kick only, three speeds,
sun-faded graphics and impeccable white rims.

No bone breaking wrecks,
just a few young ego bruising wipe-outs.

Ridden hard and put away wet
from ages 8 through 11.

Wonder where she is today?

if only she could come back,
she's be the perfect
smoke-out camp-ground cruiser.
I'd treat her so well...