“Sometimes, walking won’t do.” Gun Roswell



They are motorised
Some may even tantalise
All vehicles great and small
Some faster, some crawl
Dented or ship shape
You cannot escape
Stopping and glaring
With nostrils flaring
“I want one!”
“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell

Take a ride in the pouring rain
The rain stained the asphalted plains, but it did not matter to the hard core rider
And even if they are really not, the tough and rough kind of natural born fighter
It does not matter, because out of love and devotion, the rider will get out there
And ride the steady steed across the land, sand or water, it does not really matter
Even if the chatter from the others, might want to change this rider’s mind
But, being totally devoted and kind, to the bike which can give them a ride
Well, there are really no sides to be taken here, rather the best choice of all to take
And this relationship, between organic and machine, is not something new to be seen
So, mounting on their ride, soon enough the world around then is no more divided,
Rather one and wide united road side, where anyone can set out on and drive
No matter whether this bike is just a simple and manual and in need to be peddled
Or a power house of a thing, with a motor which can make a die hard fans heart sing
Riding best, with bare feet, I guess
“The parked motorised bike by the door is the one to take to the store” Gun Roswell
Moped by the door
The red paint, never looks plain, even on an old school bike like this scooter of a moped, which is so perfect for a trip around the nearby town, just because it won’t go too fast or even too far, and certainly is none too loud, still this old beast of burden is powerful enough at least, to haul som stuff back home from the store, because taking this red bike out for a stroll is certainly no bore.
“Choosing which silvery ride to take out for a spin for the day, at least, in the daydreams as these are all expensive and reserved!“ Gun Roswell
Motorised Bikes
A sunny day, the open streets, and that feeling of which some people of speak?
You know the one, that scene, when riding down a long stretch with the wind in your hair and insects in your teeth?
Well, guess a helmet and a shield would be the proper attire what you seek!
Still, well prepped is half the fun, right?
And so getting on that bike, whether a moped or a totally fancy ride ending up having some fun while riding towards the setting sun.
“The two wheeled ride, will steal your heart, totally and for good, if you are not careful enough” Gun Roswell
A moped ride across the town
The two wheels required to peddle and then steer a motorised vehicle now totally dear, to a place far away or even a some place near, the ride always a pleasure, no matter the initial feel, because the cycle, moped or some other kind of motorised bike, will make the day with a permanent smile. The bike, can you whatever juice to power up you may choose, whether human power, electrical current or even the bad kind, the gasoline from the hose. Still, the best bet is to let your own feet do the peddling, at least for a while, and when feeling the pain, sweat and dire, then power up the small engine and let the whole thing fly, for a moment, and after the recharge of your own self is complete, then take control of the drive and make it a nature worthwhile effort. Because the effect is much more than that, your heart, body and soul becoming more apt, while making the use of your legs, instead of a power source more quaint. But whatever the means are in the end, it is all a time and effort well spent, when taking that ride in outside, even if it was just a short one cross town.
“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot” Gun Roswell
Motorbike and the Rain
When it rains, it may pour
Your mind and mentality, dropping to the floor
All them puddles just waiting
So, why the hell are you hesitating?
Just jump on that good old moped
Get out there, even if soaking
Ride like a kid you once were
Through the soaking rain without care
Soon the fun will come to a halt
If a flash of light will give you a jolt
But take the advantage
Of that free power charge
Keep on riding in the rain
Even if you feel a little pain
It’s just the asphalt under your soles
Because you dared to bare your soul