A couple of dents here,
Some scratches there,
Thorn and bruised all over.
She was still beautiful.

Her engine was not
What it used to,
And the chrome had seen
Much better days.

Swag is only skin-deep,
Anyone can wear a cut.
But this battle-scarred lady
Not everyone could ride.

She was much more
Than rubber and metal.
She was freedom
On two wheels.