Paradise for Bikers

This place is a paradise for motorbikes,you see them at every turn

Rev counter at the very top,smell those tyres burn

Approaching the tight corner at high speed,they drone as they cog down

Sound of a swarm of wasps,as they speed away,with their screaming sound

Weekend demons of the road,you gasp as they scream by

But it's back to work on Monday,with a noticeable tear in their eye