Seventy four degrees and I need a ride,
Don't have to wait for man nor a tide.
South on Route 75 is where I went,
Burnin' rice like it was heaven sent.
Cuter than a puppy and meaner than hell,
Kept on goin' right past the Taco Bell.
Wind was a blowin' & my leathers was hot,
But finally twas to the Suzuki Shop I got.
Pound on the bell! It's service I need.
Oil & filters, they got'em while I peed.
The service was quick, had no time for the barley,
Sixty bucks- that all?
Yeah, says they, that ain't no Harley....
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That's a cheap shot about Harley's; oh right; that is a Suzuki you're riding. I'm jealous; we got home last night and there is still snow on the ground.
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