Terwyl ek op my motorfiets ry
En die myle vlieg verby
Konsentreer ek op die pad
Terwyl die druppels om my spat
Ek voel vry
Terwyl ek ry
Met die wind wat deur my hare spoel
Weg van die stad se gewoel
Met my tekkies en jeans
My T-shirt en yster machine
Durf ek die langpad aan
Omdat ek see toe gaan
My yster is groot
Daar is net een van sy soort
Hy is grooter geboor
En met hom bly ek voor
Hy is wit en blou
Sy olie is nog lou
En met sy exaust wit gebrand
Staan hy rustig op die strand
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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