DILLIGAF

Second hand parts...

We didn't have much,
Just an old garage and well used tools,
No lifts no internet no real direction,
Just some wore out manuals and undeniable desires,
We had dirty hands and second hand parts,
But we learned everything about our machines,
The do's and don't what will and what won't,
Now and then we even did what they said couldn't be done,
I'll admit some ideas were crazy even bizarre,
But we put them all to the test more than once,
Sometimes we didn't have the this or that's,
There was no ordering online or running around the corner,
We forged it, bent it, welded it and salvaged it,
We poured our blood, sweat and hearts into them,
As well as each other as time went on,
Don't get me wrong being the sort of young men we were,
Hardheaded and already set in our ways,
Yes there was a lot of vulgar words exchanged,
Backhanded comments and quick tempered attitudes,
Sometimes it had to be settled with a roll in the dirt,
But at the end of the day we became stronger for it,
Through it all we made unbreakable bonds,
Between brothers and the machines we rode,
The payoffs outweighed the struggles,
And after all was said and done we rode side by side,
Like we owned those old roads,
A band of dirty greasy heathens hell bent,
Atop of machines made of chrome dreams fueled by unstoppable passions...

Chief 9/21/11