Fallen Eagle Rider Members:
|Eagle Rider Name:||Eagle Rider Group Number|
|Smokin Jack Johnson||291|
Biking oil was in their blood, Petrol flowing through their heart.
Throttle reving but the flood, Meant their engine Wouldn’t start.
The exhaust sounding rather rough, Its noise as cutting as a knife.
The gallant spark not quite enough, To fire their engine into life.
The key was turned, the button pushed, Expecting now a biking roar,
But the engine … knackered … bushed, Wouldn’t function any more.
The biker (name) has died but still, Their soul rides onward to the west.
Their wheels role onward, vale and hill, They soon will find eternal rest.
So we’ll mount up and onward ride, Remembring well the one who died.
Towards the sunset on our road, Our biker friend who’s gone before.
© 2010 Dick Underwood