We hadn’t a garage when I was a lad
Our motorbikes stood in the yard
Repairs were done down the back alley
And for grease often used plain white lard

None of my mates carried spanners
Just screwdrivers hammers and pliers
To round off the nuts and the bolt heads
With spoons used to levers off tyres

We never got trained in mechanics
All picking up tips as we went
Checking on oil, fuel and batteries
Or hammering frames straight that got bent

Those BSA’s, Triumphs and Enfield’s
We all polished up till they shone
Are sadly a long distant memory
Admired but alas now all gone


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com

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