Oh Harley! Oh Harley! . . . A Marvel of Engineering

Behold this regal magnificence of classical tradition
So engineered by genius, a pinnacle of man's inventiveness.
My countenance conveys such majesty, such strength, such beauty,
Not seen since my creation by mere men amongst the gods.
An endless shower of praise and accolade rain upon my face.


My mighty chest expands and swells with worthy pride
Consider then my purpose and exceptional design
A powerhouse so supreme all others fall before me.
Yet while I sleep I am the object of awe and fascination
For how could mere mortals fashion such perfection?


Beneath my face of steel, reflecting light in flight before me
There lies a noble heart; a symphony of mighty moving parts
Which when commanded will awaken and create such terror
That all creation will know I am the rightful king of princes.
Those mere upstarts who would dare contest my reign
Are not mine heirs but false pretenders to my throne.


Behold I awake and stir and in due season set in motion
All those inward parts of muscle and steel sinew, which
Will cause those fools which dare rival my own authority
To bow down one by one and kneel before their king.
I roar! again, my thunderous bellow of a roar - like a beast possessed
Is but a prelude to such marvels which my power will fashion.


Now I stir and make the very air surrender to each blast of fury.
Hot gas and blood from deep within my furnace are expelled
As each deep-throated roar progresses to my next astonishment.
For my engine doth but idle and my true task not begun.
Yet now it's due season for my full majesty to come of age.


My heart and lungs they spring to life with deafening ferocity.
Claps of heavy thunder blasts cascade to mute all other sounds
As my real power engages into drive, propelling me to speedy motion
In a cacophony of canon fire with ever wild crescendo
Commanding every face in awe to gaze in my direction.


I fly, I fly like eagle's wings and with all my energy so harnessed
I still find yet another gear to fly the faster when my master orders
And whatever thrust required of me it will be met in plenty.
Now hear this you pretenders and mere princes who would have my crown
Get in rank! - you shall not have it for your pedigree will not stand the test of time

. . . like mine.

Says Mrs Bluelights, " . . . . . . and I don't know why you're rabbiting on and on about it, ducky, it's only and motor bike!"

"There come and sit down my dear, drink your cup of coffee and have a bag of crisps, my dear and then you will feel much better! All this blogging is very bad for you and I have lots of jobs for you to do!"

This Harley Davidson, parked in the Ambulance garage, belongs to one of my Ambulance colleagues. It goes like the clappers and makes a fantastic din. We can hear him coming half a mile away! Apologies for those who have Ducati bikes - I am told they are even better!
But shhh! Harley is very sensitive and I don't want to upset this sleeping giant. I've had enough roaring for one day!


Written by Eddie Bluelights March 2009 Copyright Eddie Bluelights March 2009