Riding roads unridden, destination unknown,
Seeing sights I`ve never seen, in this nation I call my home.
Living out a dream of what I think a biker should be,
Riding on two wheels,because that`s what sets me free.
Motoring the trails the Indians and buffalos used to roam,
And looking at the ruins, they used to call their home.
I`ve seen a lot of my country,have ridden coast to coast,
And as far as riding goes I have ridden more than most.
Some would call me a biker, but with that I would not agree,
Because, biker status I have not achieved. I am just a Wannabe!