Jonathan long Block 3 5/31/11
Fallen Soldiers A design from grudges deep, red on white make millions sleepTreasures lost to hold our ground; Roll towards the the Highway that’s where I’m found. I tasted rubber and the concrete in my chain As the smoke from my boots pounded through my brain High revs no silent sounds it feels good to ride around. dry clutch you better move fast it will be a tragedy to see you crash remember the slogan live to ride ride to live never get were you’ve visited - Jonathan Long
Helmet in hand sun on the rise I'm on my way there's a road that needs to be baptize. Twist of my wrist my age left behind my tires so completely undefined. Heart pounding fear from a screaming beast. It’s time to let the hog willfully unleashed. The day has ended and so has the ride. Once again home I was satisfied. This story ends with a rhyme . but, don’t forget I loved to ride - Jonathan Long