Submission by Jimmy:

This is my Harley, I Ride Her with Pride.

Give me a shout, we’ll go for a ride.

Maybe West Texas, where you sweat in the seat.

Or off down to Florida, where the beaches are sweet.

We might try the Dragon, I hear it’s real tough.

How ’bout Alaska, are the roads just too rough?

We could try the Rockies, Our bikes might need tunes.

Or White Sands, NM, to ride by the dunes.

If your ’skirtin the law, we might need to hide..

I guess it don’t matter, As long as we RIDE.




Submission by Janelle:

This is MY Harely, I Ride Her with Pride

The rumble of thunder makes my heart race.
Leather and lace with the wind in my face.
I’ll never feel humble riding on thunder.



Submission by Eric:

Night Mistress

This is MY Harley,
I Ride Her with Pride
But This in You,
I Must Confide
She’s A Sporty Girl,
Make No Mistake
From Her Beautiful Lines,
To Her Deep Intake
But My Wandering Eye,
Every Once In A While
Catches a Glimpse,
Where I Hide the Smile
Her Shark Like Nose,
Rear So Wide
The Mistress of My Dreams,
A Sexy New Road Glide!



Submission by Lisa:

This is my Harley, I ride her with Pride!

I go on adventures and enjoy the ride!
I feel the freedom that feels like a girl I use to know who,
would jump on a bike whether there’s rain, sleet or snow!



Submission by Nate:


The ride of my life, the soul of my night.

I will love it for ever, it’s everything thats right.

No other meanings , no feelings adjacent.

It’s the ride that matters, there are no replacements.

The sound of that motor, the wind in our faces.

The ride of my life, no feelings replace it.




Submission by Clydia:

Mean Momma

This is my Harley,
I ride her with pride;
I’m one mean momma,
With no wish to hide.
My blonde curls trailing,
And my fears all inside,
I enjoy ridin’ the road…
The US map is my guide



Submission by Lyzajo:

The Ride of My Life

Because I am part Indian and my life friend

is a full blood Choctaw

and, because I ride a bike,

some would call me an outlaw.

Custer would say I am an animal

because I am wild and unmanageable.

My motorcycle has no baffle in the muffler.

It does not have turn signals or a PCV valve.

It runs good and keeps me on the road.

The company that made my bike went out of business.

The managers made a good motocycle but were bad managers.

I don’t care that some straight calls me an Indian outlaw.




Submission by Bob:

This is MY Harley, I Ride Her with Pride

This is my Motorcycle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My Motorcycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My Motorcycle, without me, is useless. Without my Motorcycle, I am useless.

I must ride my Motorcycle true. I must ride faster than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must pass him before he passes me. I will…

My Motorcycle and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we ride, the noise of our pipes, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the journey that counts. We will ride…

My Motorcycle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its transmission and its motor. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage.

I will keep my Motorcycle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…

Before God, I swear this creed. My Motorcycle and myself are the defenders of my country’s freedom. We are the masters of our universe. We are the saviors of all life.

So be it, until victory is America’s and there is no enemy, but peace!