You were in pieces, a wreck A discarded basket case Yet I had to possess you
Even in that neglected state Through the veil of your obscurity Your potential shined
I know you like no other The nuts and bolts I have tightened myself
I kick your lever and twist your throttle Air, fuel, spark, combustion, pop You purr like a lion after the feast
Blacktop – white lines – wind in my face Short moments in time ’74 iron head you were my first
