By Gary Sosnick 1993

Mountains far and wide
Water on both sides
'Round the bend we go
Where virgin pine trees grow
Up this winding road.

Come on Darling, kick it over, I can't wait this way forever now.

Small town near the top
Carved into the rock
While the hot springs flow
This wayside bar explodes
Up this winding road.

Come on Darling, kick it over, I can't wait sway this way forever now.

Cross the countryside
Roller coaster ride
Through the clouds we go
Up this winding road.

My Bonnie wants to fly!

This song is about a trip into the mountains on a Legendary Vertical Twin--where virgin pine trees grow. A classic motorcycle song if ever there was one. My Bonnie is that Legendary Vertical Twin--a Triumph Bonneville motorcycle! An essential part of the sound of this song is supplied by the double bass kick drums, duplicating the boom-boom-boom-boom rhythm/sound of the twin-cylindered motorcycle; very important in order to retain the proper feel. Great-great drumming by Dave Lyon. I'm playing a 12-string Fender Stratocaster on this one (a fairly unusual electric guitar)! "Kick It Over" (the act of kick-starting a motorcycle engine), reminds me of every motorbike journey I ever took, with lots of everything as described in the song. This is one of my favorite tunes and I never tire of listening to it; probably because every time I hear it, I think about a different road.

That exact motorcycle in the photo above, is the very same motorcycle I put 50,000 miles on, touring around the middle of the United States. I recall motorbike trips to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, the Black Hills of South Dakota, the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas, and the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina -- vividly, almost like it was yesterday. The bike was always in perfect running condition, never leaked oil, started on the first kick every time, and was so clean you could eat off it.

And then... One fateful spring night around 3 AM, I left The Pub and headed up the freeway, with George following closely behind on his motorbike. Just as I wound the thing up to 70 m.p.h., I ran over a crack in the pavement about the size of a speed bump, and the whole bike began to gyrate uncontrollably. It was a classic high speed oscillating tank slapper, and seconds later I went flying over the handlebars, rolling and tumbling several times before finally coming to a stop. My poor bike! I couldn't bear to look at the damage. As for me, I suffered the typical road rash in all the typical spots. I was done motorcycling for the year and the Triumph was history.

The following year, I was back with a vengeance. And today, 130,000 spill-free miles later, I still think it's probably a good idea to wear a helmet.

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