spiritdream
TOI - Massachusetts
There is this place, They call the Valley, Where late in June, The trikers rally, They come in peace, They mean no harm, Though like the bee's, The town they swarm, They're here to visit, And see the sights, Cruise the mountains by day, Tell lies at night, They dream of this day, For months on end, To ride here and visit, And make new friends, Their machines are shined, And looking good, Each filling it's owner, With pride as it should
Caveman, that's great!! :yes: