Little something I wrote about a bike I might be getting soon. Those who know motorcycles should know what kind of bike I am referring to in the title. The wingshe is longing to fly She sits in a barn under a tarp just waiting to fly This wing The road is Her sky for now she waits just waiting fly This wing she wears rubber and chrome Though now she waits sitting in a barn longing to fly for now she waits just longing to...