How to kill a classic

[vagabond]

All it takes is one blast
around the block.
Small hands grip the cool metal               wondered about "small hands".. teens would have pretty adult-sized hands..
of the Bonnevilles blue and white.
Dad keeping you safe
with his James Dean cigarette.                 love this surreal connection.     there´s a lot in this line about admiration, false sense of security and maybe something else you wanted to be understood

Something starts with that rush of air,          i like how the rush is taken up 4 lines later again.
oil moves beneath the bearing,
each racing line scrubbed and skutched,    "skutched" was a difficult word for me.. is it testing limits?
the mad mile of adrenaline.

All it takes is ten pints                                 
and a girlfriend away at uni.            
A fight over fruit bowl keys                      
at two in the morning,
when good ideas
only get as far the first corner.               


i get a scene (cool motorcycles, drunken driving, accident) and a sad point (from my subjective view),
 but probably by far not all that is said in your poem. especially the fruit bowl seems to imply something i can´t sort in.