As I started up her engine, the six pots they came to life
A rumbling sound
filled the air, you could cut it with a knife
I let her starter
button spring away, and the bike began to sing
After nearly
three years in a box, it was a marvelous thing
I let her rumble
for a minute, then gave the throttle a quick jerk
The cylinders
they thundered, as they attended to their work
As she settled
into monotone, those Cobras sounded sweet
As I listened to
that wondrous sound, a sound that was replete
I swung my right
leg over, put my rear down in her seat
Sat my hands upon
the handlebars, felt the ground beneath my feet
Gave the throttle
just another tweak, I already loved that sound
The note heard in
my garage was the most perfect one around
So I took her for
a friendly blat, through the Galston Gorge
Me and my F6 Honda, a friendship we did forge
Though I had to put
some baffles on, she was a bit too loud
But when I burn
off those Hardleys, I am so very proud
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