Fall arrived nipping at crisp clean air,
splattering patches of blue skies above.
So we slipped into nylon liners to wear,
underneath our black leather gloves.
Our jackets zipped with quilted thermal.
Filled up our boots with heavy wool socks.
Warmer riding gear- now the normal,
soon we'll be turning back the clocks.
We're riding tandem today on the Vulcan,
trying to capture our youth so it seems.
A couple of coldblooded aging Americans,
flying high with the thrill of our Steel Dreams.
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