Vincentry

[Igor Loving]

I loved my Norton even if it was always needing repair and tweeking. It 
finally burned to the ground at an intersection in Menard. THe rednecks 
laughed and I was stuck  for the night.
Chaurned to From: blacky at cbn.net.id
>Reply-To: survivors' reminiscences about Austin Ghetto Daze in the 60s 
<austin-ghetto-list at pairlist.net>
>To: "survivors' reminiscences about Austin Ghetto Daze in the 
60s" <austin-ghetto-list at pairlist.net>
>Subject: Vincentry
>Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 07:34:29 +0700 (WIT)
>
>This is most delightful.
>
>Vincents themselves were fast and dangerous: their pitiful brakes 
wouldn't
>stop a baby carriage. And they were built with a "hinge in the 
middle"
>flexi-flyer frame.
>
>Fart smellers I mean smart fellers used to pop out that jewel of an 
engine
>and mount it in a Norton Featherbed frame, for something which would go
>AND handle. Called it a 'Norvin'.
>
>They don't make 'em like that any more. (Maybe for the better).
>
>BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
>
> > Sr. Patron,
> >
> > Here's a song closer to the old Ghetto spirit.  (Send lawyers, 
guns,
> > and money)       twisty
> >
> >
> >
> > 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
> >       Written by Richard Thompson
> >
> > Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike.
> > A girl could feel special on any such like"
> > Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you
> > It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
> > And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
> > Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"
> > And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
> >
> > Oh says James to Red Molly "Here's a ring for your right hand
> > But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man.
> > For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen,
> > I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
> > Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
> > And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you.
> > And if fate should break my stride
> > Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride"
> >
> > "Come down, come down, Red Molly" called Sergeant McRae
> > "For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
> > Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
> > Oh come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside"
> > When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
> > He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
> > But he smiled to see her cry
> > He said "I'll give you my Vincent to ride"
> >
> > Says James "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
> > Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
> > Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do,
> > Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"
> > Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
> > Said "I've got no further use for these.
> > I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
> > Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
> > And he gave her one last kiss and died
> > And he gave her his Vincent to ride.
> >
> >
>