Harley Rendezvous happens, but just once a year, dudes
So the crew brings to New Jersey a swap meet to cheer youz
'Cause bikes don't go from stop to start
Without that certain tool or part.
You won't find in any store
Harley gear from days of yore, in rows of milk crates on the floor.
Jugs and rings and engine cases
Pushrods, valves, bearings and races.
Along with parts for vintage and modern,
Toys, dolls, games and treats; the kids were not forgotten
And just beyond a rolling chassis,
Some duds to make a gal look sassy.
Crooning o'er this Jersey hall
Ron Jones; guitar, golden curls and all.
Little Elvis shook it, (thanks, cousin Paul)
Amazon. Catsuit. Skating. Meow!
Tattooed ladies stole the show.
There's rewards for going under the gun;
Come on stage, flash your ink, win a trophy, it's fun!
Pole-dancing on the back seat ain't quite legal
But park it, and she spins like an upside-down eagle
Quite a gimmick, these Strip Club Choppers,
The perfect bike for party hoppers.
Rare classic wheels were there to see
Ford's '37 Coupe, a couple of T-Birds and a convertible '59 Galaxie.
The two-wheel customs are always impressive,
Schulpted line, glossy paint, LEDs, yet not excessive.
While I'm more partial to vintage iron
Big props to today's customs, these guys are really trying
When V-Rods came out a dozen years ago
I'd never imagine one would take best in show.
Couples and families; crew-mates and tribes
Folks came from all over, and so many did ride!
My faith was affirmed; though many groups did congregate
Peaceful ways would dominate, gladly welcome in any state.
In June we ride up the mountain and inside the gates
To the 35th Harley Rendezvous, we'll all celebrate.