A Short History of Hooliganism

My mom didn’t want me to have a motorcycle because she feared I would turn into a hooligan. She was correct, of course.

Short History of Hooliganism

I want to be T.E. Lawrence

On a Brough superior

Doing  “the ton” down

a dusty British Lane

I want to be Malcolm Smith

blasting across Baja

in a cloud of dust

on a red and chrome Husqvarna

I want to be Steve McQueen

in a motorcycle movie,

“On Any Sunday” with

Malcolm and Mert Lawwill

I want to be Rollie Free,

150 miles per hour down the salt

On a Vincent Black Lightning

in just a swim suit and sneakers

I want to be Marlon Brando,

The Wild One,

Or better yet, a Boozefighter

At Hollister, 1947

I want to be Sonny Barger

in Oakland, 1957 or

Partying with Hunter Thompson

Or Ken Kesey at La Honda

I want to be Billy, stoned

Following Wyatt down the

Easy Riding road to New Orleans,

Riding with Captain America

I want to be Bert Munro

doing 200 at Bonneville

on a 1920 Indian,

the world’s fastest.

I ride with them on every road I travel

I ride with them in my dreams

In my imagination, we are one

Together we ride

© Bill “Uglicoyote” Davis 2012