We shared four years, sometimes grinding our gears
Flats and broken spokes
Chain grease still stains my favorite jeans
From cold winter nights to late summer heat,
All the nice people we were blessed to meet
Sometimes we were rich, sometimes broke
We crowded BarCon for a wealth of jokes
We rang our bells to the hotties that past
Often times I reflect, I want to go back
Back to the days riding that trike so care free
Only dreaming of what I’d someday be
Whenever I’m in town, I always return
To the shop to see some old friends
Oh how I wish once more to be twenty one
Turn back time and start over again
