4 pals experiencing ‘Cabin fever’ wanted to take advantage of our day off as Summer Camp staff and head in to the nearby town. Prescott Arizona had many charms that appealed to us, we just needed to get down the road for a bit of fun and excitement.

One issue was that we only had one small Kawasaki motorcycle to share. Solving that problem was creative; 3 runs down the 15 minute drive with each passenger, and 2 return trips to pick up the next passenger.

The second issue was that one of the riders was the Camp Director’s teen daughter. These verses describe how that adventure went down.

Ridin’ down Groom Creek lane,

On my bike, ain’t no disdain.

Got three buddies, all in tow,

Holdin’ tight, ready to go.

First up, my buddy Joe,

Holdin’ on, screamin’ “yee-haw!”

Round them curves, we twist and turn,

Through the trees, my tires burn.

Next in line, my boss’s girl,

Her daddy’s pride, in a whirl.

But she’s game, ain’t no doubt,

Holdin’ tight, (ya)! Twist ‘n shout!

When I drop her off and turn around,

Her Pap had followed, wearin’ a frown.

He grabs his girl, says “No way, son,

She ain’t stayin’, your fun is done.”

So back we go, to the forest’s bend,

Our plans are dashed, ain’t no happy end.

But still, we ride, with laughs and grins,

Just me and my buds, through thick and thin.

Three lonely cowboys, hearts forlorn,

In the pine forest, lost and worn.

No girl to ride with, no laughter’s sound,

Just echoes of dreams, scattered around.

Cheers, nca