Motorcycles
Friends Riding Motorcycles21 total reviews
Comment from karenina
I was brave when I was young and enjoyed riding on the back of a motorcycle. Nowadays? I worry about seeing them when I drive, or (God forbid) accidentally hitting someone. I'm sure there are 70 somethings out there loving the ride, but I'm long past that...
Still, your poem points to the camaraderie, love of nature, and thrill of the ride...and those were true, long ago, for me.
Did you mean "hear" the roar in line two? Effective that you repeated those two lines from the beginning further down in your poem.
Most associate that rumble and roar with motorcycles!
Karenina
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reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
I was brave when I was young and enjoyed riding on the back of a motorcycle. Nowadays? I worry about seeing them when I drive, or (God forbid) accidentally hitting someone. I'm sure there are 70 somethings out there loving the ride, but I'm long past that...
Still, your poem points to the camaraderie, love of nature, and thrill of the ride...and those were true, long ago, for me.
Did you mean "hear" the roar in line two? Effective that you repeated those two lines from the beginning further down in your poem.
Most associate that rumble and roar with motorcycles!
Karenina
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Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Karenina,
Thank you for the kind review. I sit on the back of my husband's motorcycle. I have no desire to drive. I will change that error right now. Thank you for pointing it out.
Cecilia
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No problem. I am the queen of typos!
I've never tried to drive one... It was quite enough to work up the courage to ride on the back!
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I have never driven one. I just sit back and let my husband have all the stress. I take pictures on out rides, so I have a whole memory of past events.
Cecilia