Vincentry

[blacky at cbn.net.id]

This is most delightful.

Vincents themselves were fast and dangerous: their pitiful brakes wouldn't
stop a baby carriage. And they were built with a "hinge in the middle"
flexi-flyer frame.

Fart smellers I mean smart fellers used to pop out that jewel of an engine
and mount it in a Norton Featherbed frame, for something which would go
AND handle. Called it a 'Norvin'.

They don't make 'em like that any more. (Maybe for the better).

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> Sr. Patron,
>
> Here's a song closer to the old Ghetto spirit.  (Send lawyers, guns,
> and money)       twisty
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> 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
>       Written by Richard Thompson
>
> Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.
> A girl could feel special on any such like"
> Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you
> It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
> And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
> Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"
> And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
>
> Oh says James to Red Molly "Here's a ring for your right hand
> But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man.
> For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen,
> I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
> Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
> And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you.
> And if fate should break my stride
> Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride"
>
> "Come down, come down, Red Molly" called Sergeant McRae
> "For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
> Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
> Oh come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside"
> When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
> He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
> But he smiled to see her cry
> He said "I'll give you my Vincent to ride"
>
> Says James "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
> Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
> Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do,
> Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"
> Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
> Said "I've got no further use for these.
> I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
> Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
> And he gave her one last kiss and died
> And he gave her his Vincent to ride.
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