I think I have a case of "Swine Flu".
But this is something I get every spring.
My friends and I call it "Hog Fever".
and if you're a biker it's a real thing.

So if you're wondering what I'm talking about,
listen up and I'll explain the symptoms.
It appears as soon as the weather is warm,
along with the dandelions and mushrooms.

You hear weird noises coming from the garage.
A series of snorts and cusses as hubby makes a path to the door.
Your precious winter collections go flying.
and your pleas and moans he will totally ignore.

At last he uncovers his precious expensive toy.
And you hear a loud ALL RIGHT from his lips.
He pushes the monster outside and the polishing starts.
He whistles and hums, anticipating the future trips.

And then the fever begins to spread to you.
As you hear the roar of the engine in your ears.
The vibrations began to pound though your body
And you remember the rides you had last year.

Scenes of the past flash through your brain.
Black leather and chains racing by on two wheels,
Hanging onto to your man for dear life
While racing the wind, and the excited squeals.

Odors of past rides assault your nose.
Crusing down a country road you can smell
a blend of skunk, honeysuckle and wood smoke.
Close your eyes you can almost see that elusive morel.

I can already feel the wind on my face,
see the blur of trees flying by.
The bugs in my teeth as I smile,
The puffy clouds in a clear blue sky.

Now I've got it bad and I'm aching to ride.
I slid on my jeans and boots and head for the driveway.
I'm grinnin' when I get there to find my sweetie.
holding my helmet ready for our getaway.

We wave goodbye to the kids and say "Don't wait up."
I climb aboard and the engine roars alive.
My blood races though my body and my heart pounds.
I feel like a teenager again and my body is revived.

So if you've never had a case of Hog Fever.
Baby you don't know what your missin'.
Cause there's nothing like a "Hog" between your legs
and the thrill of a biker reminiscing.

05/30/2009