Join the high-speed pursuit— the chase is on
Just try to keep up or we'll be long-gone
Forget the radar gun, speed's all you need
Pedal to the metal— gimme jamming speed
Follow the trail wherever it goes
and where it ends, no one knows
Riding like an out-of-control speeder
Follow the path wherever it leads
burnin' rubber at break-neck speeds
when you're playing Follow the Leader
Come on! I'll give you a run for your money
Watch where you're goin' or things might get ugly
Eat your words (and my dust!) & swallow your pride
because you're in for a hell of a ride
Around the corners, around the bends
'cause no one knows just where it ends
There's no today or tomorrow either
On unending paths to who-knows-where
but we'll all find out when we get there
So cut to the left & I'll take the leader
On an endless highway it's an endless race
with people like us to keep the pace
It's perpetual motion out in the fast lane
Roll out with us in our infinite game
Real men don't use brakes
and no matter what it takes
I'll stay ahead of you
I'm faster than you'll ever be
You'll never get ahead of me
no matter what you do
If you can see thru the blurred tunnel-vision
then you'll avoid a crash course collision
And we just can't find the end of the line
but somehow we're still making damn good time
And this race is far from won
this journey's only just begun
at least according to the meter
We have all the speed we need
in order to move up & take the lead
if ya really wanna be the leader
Follow the trail wherever it goes
and where it ends, no one knows
Riding like an out-of-control speeder
Follow the path wherever it leads
cruisin' along at break-neck speeds
when you're playing Follow the Leader
Author's Chapter Notes:
The chase is on...
Chapter End Notes:
-circa 1999, revised 03/18/03
This was an odd piece, one I originally wrote as a reflection on my time in Anchorage, Alaska, especially the summer of '96, when I spent a lot of time exploring the city's endless network of bike trails. Someday, I'd like to go back, but first, I would need a bike again. :P
FUN TRIVIA: "Real men don't use brakes!" is an actual Captain Falcon quote from the original (NES) F-Zero. :D
This was an odd piece, one I originally wrote as a reflection on my time in Anchorage, Alaska, especially the summer of '96, when I spent a lot of time exploring the city's endless network of bike trails. Someday, I'd like to go back, but first, I would need a bike again. :P
FUN TRIVIA: "Real men don't use brakes!" is an actual Captain Falcon quote from the original (NES) F-Zero. :D
