For me a motorbike means a lot.Today the sun is shining and Spring is here.I saw a motorbike.It was black and chrome.I looked at it through my window and thought: How long is it going to be all black?The chrome bit is a must. This much I do know. I always sat on the backseat.We weaved in and out of the traffic and luckily we never had an accident.I rather liked cruising on our bike and hanging around with the guys while they repaired and added parts etc.We fooled around a lot. Like riding up a dunghill.That was a laugh.Times spent driving out of the city and into the open land was great.We weren't Rockers and did not have any choppers. I think that came a bit later.This is about late 1960's.Actually I can't remember the rockers-not even Hell's Angels.This is first later.I hadn't quite stepped down from the bike but never mind.I met a Rocker last week.Well when I looked into his eyes I did not see a rocker of my figment of imagination.I heard a song on the radio about crucifying a heart and I imagine I put a nail in his heart I am afraid and my demands were high.I realised this after some days of dreaming and scheming to catch his attention and him.I have a locket around my neck, depicting an Hobbit.This he gave me.I don't know why?Maybe he thought I gave him something.But he gave me more. So I owe him.I'd give him my heart if he wanted it.