ABATE

In the land of motorcycles, where riders roam, There's a group of folks who want to make it their own. They call themselves SMROs, fighting for what's right, To protect their freedom and shine a bright light. ABATE of this state, ABATE of that, SMROs unite, they wear a special hat. They say "No" to helmets, they say "No" to laws, They want to ride freely, without any pause. No mandatory inspections, no training required, SMROs believe in what they've conspired. They want riders to choose, to learn at their will, To ride with caution, but without any thrill. Public awareness is what they seek, To educate the world, to make it less bleak. They want drivers to know, to watch for bikes, To share the road, and avoid any strikes. Lobbying and letters, campaigns they wage, To make their voices heard, on every page. They want stronger penalties, for drivers who stray, To protect their fellow riders, come what may. With MRF by their side, in Washington they stand, Fighting for their rights, across the land. With AMA as allies, they're a force to behold, Motorcycle freedom, their story unfolds. Random page: SYR4: Goodbye 20th Century