I Like To Ride

What I loved the most was to ride,
But when summer is high tide its more of a suicide.
The fun is to be out in the open,
Only till you notice how your skin was to darken.

I used to ride like I own the road,
Only to look right and find a man aboard.
Mine was a honda and so was his,
Only that his was a four wheeled bliss.

So what do I care, when I like to ride?
Even if he hits on me its not he who dies.
No matter what, its my passion ro ride,
Summer or cars this love wouldn't subside.