poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

four-eyed bros

are jumpin’ those

high rise wheelie bikes

off the fresh curbs

 

when King Street was gravel

and handlebars were chopper high

it coulda been a trip for smokes

with a note from Dad to buy—

rides with four-eyed bros to secret forts

farmers fields made into tracks

was BMX before the gear

faded t-shirts on our backs

 

high rise wheelie bike

my banana seat is golden

sissy bar flares shiny fender

ape hangers tightly holdin’—

knobby on the front forks

wide white-walled slick on back

Kangol cap before the helmet

knee high socks for shin attacks

sometimes I laid ‘er down

skinned my suntanned thigh

bro patched up the dirty road rash

and back on flyin’ high

trickin’ with the gang

feelin’ summer groovy

Huffy, Raleigh, AMF or Schwinn

they shoulda made a movie

 

poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs

four-eyed bros

are jumpin’ those

high rise wheelie bikes

off the fresh curbs

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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