He needs to buy a Vincent Black Shadow and just rev that fucker up on a winding mountain road. Preferably with no guard rails.
Says Red Kayla, to Nick, "Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like."
Says Nick, to Red Kayla, "My hat's off to you.
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems.
Red hair and black niggers, my favorite color scheme."
And he pulled her on behind,
And down to Spicer,
They'd Ride.
Says Nick, to Red Kayla, "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've sucked off many a man to get my Vincent machine.
And now I'm forty-one years, I might make forty-two.
And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you.
But if fate should break my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride."
"Come down Red Kayla, " called Sargent McQuade.
"For they've taken Nick Rekieta for cocaine possession.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Oh, come down, Red Kayla, to his dying bedside."
Said Nick, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl.
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left.
He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath.
But he smiled, to see her cry.
And said, "I'll give you my Vincent.
To Ride."
Now Nortons and Indians and Beezers won't do.
Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52."
Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys.
He said, "I've got no further use...for these.
I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home."
And he gave her one last kiss and died.
And he gave her his Vincent.
To Ride.
half a dozen intakes 
