I was thrown into a barn by my owner named Marley.
I have dings, bangs, bullet wounds, busted gauge pipes and I make a loud noise because I hate being silent.
I had a fun time with Marley riding down the streets. Splashing ourselves when we rode through the flooded gutters, we even got tattoos together.
But then I got into an accident and apparently my owner didn’t think I would surpass it.
So he threw me in this old barn
And didn’t care if I took any harm.
Now here I am, just a dusty old Harley.
Marley isn’t here anymore.
He drove off on a new Harley that stole my best bud,