River Hull - Urban Riders

As Giant buzzing wasps the noise of engines whine echoes through city sky & street along River Hulls banks, in the heart of city they ride free

The scream of engines fire pistons rise and fall with acceleration & decline as they maneuver the soft terrain of Hulls Bank

Young minds yearning for space to ride they avoid city streets & path, sports pitch and park, and find their way to Riverside

This last vestige of urban retreat the thin banks between Rivers flow and City block, the space between places

From distance the wheels churn and spin tracks of muddy clay with rider & pillion atop as they flow up and down Rivers channel

The child of Modern Man, City grown “hard” of concrete & steel, red brick & tarmac, machine & motor they ride engine & wheel as the cowboy rides horse

They the product of environment turning away from the easy choice but heaviest cost of urban escape, of booze, drugs & urban lows they choose a different path

Motor Heads & Petrol Monkeys the rush of engines call, hard earned and maintained they release themselves from cities cage, finding thrill and comradeship together in each ride

In between rides rush, they rest together in places of urban isolation talking, comparing bikes & stories of rides past as they socialize and be human

River Hull’s bank reflects the same image as 100 years before that day, 1000 years 10,000 years the same place and human story retold of people together at living River

This group of “we” searching solace of City’s cage basking in the moment to energies call & waters flow, River & humanities heart together as one

The Urban Bikers ride free on natural earth through air & wind under big Northern skies “Alive” in a moment they exist here for eternity