The old lady I speak of in this poem is my bike, my nick name for her Wonder what I will findCome this SpringWhat I will see off on a rideWith my friendThe old lady and meWander the roadWonder what me and my friend, my old bikeWhat we will see, what we will findNew adventures, things to seeTime to go out againMy old friends the road andMy old ladyMe and my bikeWonder what we will find