The patches fly proudly
on backs of black leather
as the time comes again
to gather together.
Everyone's anxious as
the time draws near
for Harleys and races,
good times and beer.
We see the folks we haven't
seen since last year
I wonder what keeps us all
coming back here?
Is it the Harleys?
Is it the races?
or is it the smile that
it brings to our faces?
It's the Blowout my friend
if you've never been here
you've really missed out.
Vicki
