Beware of Bodie
Laurence P. Scerri
It lies in wait, out on the road,
a legend, a myth, or so I'm told.
Outside of Bodie, known to most,
A biker's nightmare, the Guardrail Ghost.

Back in '98, the brother's and I,
rode out of Bridgeport, gave Bodie a try.
A town of ghosts, of days gone by,
to this very day, I hear his cry.

It was hot that day, ridin felt good,
the wind, the road, the brotherhood.
For one, not Bodie lay up ahead,
a metal spectre awaited instead.

The sign read Bodie, soon we'd shift down,
to make the left, that would lead us to town.
The turn seemed basic, for all alike,
but the Guardrail Ghost had plans for Mike.

Next thing we knew, he was suckin rail,
first he told us, his brakes had failed.
Soon it was obvious, this was not the case,
hey, we've all f**ked up, and tried to save face.

Call it what you will, but I was there that day,
some roads you ride free, others, you pay.
To visit that town, may cost you your soul,
for the Guardrail Ghost, collects the toll.

©Copyright2000 Laurence P. Scerri