PERIMETER PANTHEONS,A FEW YEARS AGO I MADE A DRAWING OF A HARLEY PAN MOTOR,AND WROTE A POEM TO THE MOTORCYCLE THAT CARRIED ME IN MY YOUTH,MY FIRST HARLEY WHICH I STILL HAVE A 59 PAN.I GAVE THE PICTURE TO ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT FOUND ME THE MOTORCYCLE,THANX TOM AND SHABBY.TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?
SHE BROUGHT ME HOME EVERY NIGHT ,OR BACK FROM FAR FLUNG ROADS AND HIGHWAYS NOW LONG FADED FROM MEMORY.
SHE WAS THERE DURING ROMANCE AND BATTLE.
SHE SAW IT ALL.
SMOOTH AND EASILY CONTROLLED,SHE WAS EAGER TO PLEASE.
WHETHER BLASTING UP A STEEP LONG HILL,OR CRUISING MAIN STREET,WITH THAT MELLOW RHYTHMIC THUMPING.WE WILL NEVER FORGET THAT SOUND,IT WAS LIKE THE MECHANICAL RHYTHM OF THE COSMOS ITSELF,IT WAS THE SOUND OF WHAT LITTLE FREEDOM LEFT OUT THERE,WAS.
SHINE ON SWEET LADY FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE.[PANHEAD,1947 TO 1965,AND FOREVER].
TATWOGF/DEC/9/08
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