About this poem:

I had two different friends that had the same passion for riding and owning Harley Davidson motorcycles..........one I watched as he rebuilt his bike after being cleaned up by a cane harvester and losing his leg in the process but not to be deterred rode that bike again ......the other saved cent by cent over a 14 month period to buy the bike of his dreams.........each time I bumped into him he shared his counting with me ......it saddened me to hear he had also lost his leg in an accident and I am certain had I run into him again I am sure he would have been counting again ............