The Pillion, The Bike N Me (Part 1)

The road was silent but the pillion was not
The air was cold the engine was hot
That's how it started, the ride to the dot

I always thought that four wheels were lame
A thing for a dame
So we laughed every time they stopped in the toll lane
Every time we sped off like a stallion gone insane

Never thought that ride with a pillion could be fun
But I confess this pillion gives a better kick than rum

God only knows what the guys in the four wheels did all this while
Mostly slept I guess, mile after mile

A stop for tea
The sun was up, we could see

Gave us time to take a few pictures
N me to think of a ditcher

Time to ride again
Hit the road, hit it hard n no bargain

Oh a stop again
For water, from the river not rain

A beautiful place to get rid of the dust
A dip I should take, I just must

Its the road calling out
N we respond without a doubt

A few stops to capture the beauty
The camera and the pillion did the job as if it were their duty

The guys in the four wheels now up n awake
I guess the scenery out there was more than they could take

The pillion has done it the eleventh time now
Fell asleep I don't know how

So we start talking again
Just to avoid an accident and the related pain

The guys in the fours wheels have managed to lose us
But of this we create no fuss

A few more stops an we finally reached
I wont lie I was not too happy to see the beach

Coz now the riding part was half done
And the conversation with the pillion was so much fun