Trade it in! Traditional Cache

I used to see him speeding like a rocket all around town,

"I think I know that guy, maybe I'll see him around."

So fine with his leather jacket, helmet and shiny bike,

Not my usual type but there was something about him that I liked. 

Eventually we met and I fell head over heels,

Five years later we were married and he still had his wheels.

Time for a baby, then two and three came along,

I begged him, "Please get rid of that bike, your a father now it just doesn't belong."

Besides it's dangerous, uncomfortable and goes too fast,

It's a racing bike and those days are in your past.

So now it sits in our garage collecting nothing but dust,

A very expensive decoration slowly turning to rust. 

Every so often we'll be driving and a motorcycle appears through the fog,

I turn to him and plea, "Please trade your bike in and get us a hog."