|Posted by MuskRat on May 25, 2011 at 12:19 PM|
Times past, felt a minute ago....By Freebird914 (aka MuskRat)
As the wrench slowly turned he heard the creak of the bolt breaking from years of being tighten.
He knew he was on his way.
He stepped back and looked at the engine it had taken him this far and he couldn't let go of a good friend now.
The smell of gas, grease, and solvents filled the air.
Music in the background ...
That"s the song...
It reminded him of a time long ago...
As the memories flood back to the night
A cold sweat comes across his body
He was young again laughing and joking
You remember now
was it in Charleston?
So long ago..
SO many nights...
It started as most nights
meeting at the Bar
sharing a few drinks and laughs
The smoke filled room
the smoking area out back
but it was time to ride
The engines fired to life
Running thru downtown
nothing happening here
Over the Cooper
Isle of Palms
Gentle Sea breeze
As we backed the bikes in
we all start to laugh
Though a short ride
The time well spent, was worth it
This was the beginning of the end
Soon we would all be going our seperate ways
Some going home, others making new homes
but for one it would be the last night we spent together.
We never knew what would happen that night
Our fate was hidden but she waited for one of us
WE laughed and shared a few drinks
Sitting on the Deck the WindJammer
It felt like home some nights
other times it was a tourist trap.
Tonight it just felt right.
Looking out to the sea
the silence was shared by a cigarette
as we stared at the waves breaking.
Laughter broke the silence
We all looked at each other and smiled
Life was good....
It was time to go
we all cranked the bikes
the breeze felt cool
the lights of the city shined bright
as we crossed the Cooper
How many times had we been under the Bridge
Sailing to the Sea
I saw it coming but it was to late
WE where going too fast in the turn
I watch as the rear tire
started to slide, and you tried to save it
I saw you try to turn the bars
trying to control
The brake light showed me you panic
I watch as you as a last ditch threw your foot down
The asphalt pulled you off as the bike slid out from under you
as I saw the force of the stop twist your body
as you tumbled toward the guard rail
Brakes where on
our friends where turning around
Barley getting the kickstand down trying to get to you
I reached you and tried to speak
but tears filled my eyes
training was taking over
check for a pulse
breathing and bleeding
I held you looking
into your eyes
A deep breath
Blood coming from your mouth and nose
I saw the look and knew it was time.
I held you close till the Medics
but it was to late
and I cried...
The old man felt that night as if it was tonight.
He wiped a tear from his eye
and looked at the bike
It wasn't this bike but one like her
Sometimes the only relief
The old man feels is turn
A wrench and feeling the wind..