I can't stop my life just because of the stripe I can't slow my pace just because of an "in case" I can't set aside my life or my ride
I know I don't ride the speed demons of today I know I may well hold a title in trophy hell
To finish first you have to first finish Your a joke until you prove your not Give a love tap hit the horn an move on by
Split'in lanes like spitting in the eye Ride that horsepower Ride on by Gather your courage as mirrors flash by
There are those who envy my ride They move not aside They hold a contempt for those with courage They abuse us in disgust
I've watched the rides of many riders I've seen the traffic tides and surfed the waves and I've seen the expertise of the professionals
As I'm passed while split'in lanes By a CHP Golden helmet White flames Badge shinnin'
Split'in lanes a daily exercise a SoCal surprise I love the suspense it's not just the ride It's the experience as I fly by...
While splitting lanes in SoCal, I was passed by a CHP (Chips - California Highway Patrol) who on his white stead did a between car flash and continued by me, switching back to my "middle" lane after passing me. Amazing riding ability. In the space of one car length, he flashed his bike to the side between the car next to me and the one behind and then back again in one more car length. Fantastic control.