The bike slides across the gravel
The leather tares and scrapes
It screams from scratching metal
Like a stone skipping on a lake

My helmet slams and bounces
But doesn't seem to break
And the lights flashing in my head
Come with every crash it takes

A knee slams into road top
Protected by leather chaps
Like a friend holding, oh, so close
And stopping a damaging slap

The Wescos made with harness
Pushes toe into the ground
Giving scare's that last forever
Of a square now slightly round

Standing up I shake my head
Brush off my leathered shell
Bruises like ciphers of blistered lead
Will show I've been through hell