Lambretta '66

Machines in the night, beauty in the dark, no time to stare
No names skating through cold thin air

Fast and low on the simmering curve
Flashing yellow, no concern
Energised into another age
Ignited into a dozen dreams

Easy going Roger, a Vespa Gran Sport
Cool suited Lionel, riding chrome
Mechanic Mick, a mean, lean Lambretta

Straight through exhaust
Fuel Injected
Out in front
Easy 80

Gravel glistens in my eye
Twinkling chassis spits at the night
Tyres losing the inevitable road
80, 70, sliding, spinning, 60, 50 nearly trees sigh, 40, 30
Zero radiates from the sky

Tooting racer, no name Jack. OK smile pulls me clear
Gashed landscape reveals the journey of a life
Furrowed, burrowed, fearless with fright
Shaken thoughts, grounded feet, back onto the unyielding road

Engine fires, familiar exhaust, sings in tune
Thinking another time
Climbing tall trees for excitement and fun
We gently race another mile
Heading for Tooting, Putney, London, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50

(2607) Posted on 11/22/2004 6:26:19 PM | Comments

Crossing the Alps in 1966