Mid-day in the late fall The Santa Anas blow the leaves up the street
We could hear the pipes of the bonneville thunder
And dad descending the hill towards home
The 69 was cherry red the chrome all shiny and new
Like the future in our brand new home
The pool was finally full and clear the bbq was lit
And it was the very best of times

Chorus Of tears and of triumphs we've all had our share
Keep smiling until that one last ride
Remember the feelings long after the bikes been padded and put away
The memories relived with a beaming sense of pride

My legs clamped around the red tank Holding tight in the teeth of the wind
To Cooks Corner, past eucalyptus and the creaky wooden bridge
And through the enchanted forest we went
Faster, Faster was my mischievous plea! OK, but don't you ever tell your mom ( she knows)
Windblown hair burnt faces and bugs on our shirts Spirits high and restless energy spent

To give up a thing that you love for a much greater good
A noble gesture to say the least
Another piece just fell away when they closed the trailer door
Ascending the hill you rode down so many years ago
A museum can show the care that was given
But it cant tell the stories of its life
Forever on display for the young and old to see
Screen-saved and opened on each new day

But If wheels could talk, If photos could talk, and If in dreams we could talk
If in love we could walk arm and arm we would go down the golden streets of memory lane
And speak of our Triumphs only
No more tears and no more pain.