War of the Superbikes

Wanna bark a saga of 
The night the bikes went wild
Four husky gladiator suited up
For a war self styled
The Interceptor, Ninja 
And 1100 primed to score
But me and my Suzuki
Knew we had so much more

They thought it would be just
Another late night road rally
But it was the
WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES!
Red hot pipes and rumbling 
High tech power plants
Inch up to the starting line,
But when the dust cleared up
On Devil's Backbone,
Only one man/one bike/one dream
Would scream across the finish line!


I laid it down into turn one,
Cranked down full bore
With my air-cooled transverse
In line Four Stroke Four
I knew the 1100
Was the man to burn
I ruled the straightaways
He had me in the turns


As they blasted out of the high bank
The Ninja smoked a clutch,
"Only two to beat," he thought
As he laid it down 
Into those greasy "S" turns
In the distance those oversized
Japanese leg burners
Sounded like some sort of
Mutated gigantic insects
Three men on monster machines
SHOT OUT OF GOD'S SLINGSHOT!!!


The Interceptor faded
As we hit the hill W.F.O.
All I had to do is hold on,
Seven miles to go
There were red lights flashing
The cops were gaining fast
In our high-powered,
Way awesome
Road smokin' 12 mile dash


The FJ 1100 made his move
On the inside
As the speedometer bounced
Over the 100 MPH mark
But he got too deep in the curve
And didn't see the pothole
All he saw was a burning-hurdling
Ball of death
As he blasted off into the
Cool night air…
Just him and his GS 1150