When I was a teen
You were so pretty and clean
I rode you to school
To make the other kids drool
We did our first race together
In nasty ass weather
You always made me look so cool
Then came college and you were boxed up
Shipped to the snow in a big truck
You sat outside and got a little rusty
But that was OK, you were always trusty
40 pounds of silvery steel, you will never die
And that is exactly why
Even though your rear shock goes from side to side
Your breaks don’t work and your gears grind
You still go downhill pretty well
And even though my friends give me hell
I will not replace you, this I promise
Because if I did, I would certainly miss
Your constant squeak that lets me know you’re there
And the way you decide which gear to wear
Because my Raleigh, when I was a teen you were free
And so forever together we shall be
A bike and rider intertwined
Oh Raleigh M7000 I’m so glad you are mine!
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