That summer morning when she rolled around the corner in that 69 Grand Prix, blonde as the day is long, pretty hair flowing from the hot summer morning was beautiful. She stopped at the sign, and into her amazing brown eyes there he was – Black hair down to his waist, no shirt, polishing his Harley Davidson. It was like a dream come true. So as the days passed and she wondered about him and walked to his house (it was very near her) she said, “Hi I am Laura.”
He was more beautiful than she imagined. It was like love at first sight. They rode in the day and night – he was a dream.
As time went on they parted. Now 37 years later she fell in love with him again, both having their own families. They love one another to the end of time and they ride and they ride…