I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on her feet
Well the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the roller girl she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all
No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud

Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see,
It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to have a look at me.

There’s an undeniable pleasure in stepping into an open-top sports car driven by a beautiful woman. It feels like you’re climbing into a metaphor.

I’m very interested in what sort of car she’s driving because I think it will reveal some insight into her personality. After all, I don’t have a car at all, and that reveals plenty about me.

If only I had a Ferrari
Then I'd be a Ken doll and she'd be Barbie
We could ride together with the roof rolled down
With the whole town jealous of my girl and my fast car

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet... Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street.

I just witnessed an old woman wearing joker make-up and jamming hard to music as she drove her convertible. Yes, I just saw my future.

It’s definitely challenging as a young female driver trying to overcome those physical barriers,

She looks at me like I’m a car engine that’s been making a strange noise.

She's a slob, she talks like a truck driver.

It's revved for her pleasure.

"Before she leaves, my new friend tells me to look out of the big picture window at the parking lot.

"See that purple Harley out there — that big gorgeous one? That's mine. I used to ride behind my husband, and never took the road on my own. Then after the kids were grown, I put my foot down. It was hard, but we finally got to be partners. Now he says he likes it better this way. He doesn't have to worry about his bike breaking down or getting a heart attach and totaling us both. I even put 'Ms.' on my license plate — and you should see my grandkids' faces when Grandma rides up on her purple Harley!"

On my own again, I look out at the barren sand and tortured rocks of the Badlands, stretching for miles. I've walked there, and I know that, close up, the barren sand reveals layers of pale rose and beige and cream, and the rocks turn out to have intricate womblike openings. Even in the distant cliffs, caves of rescue appear.

What seems to be one thing from a distance is very different close up.

I tell you this story because it's the kind of lesson that can be learned only on the road. And also because I've come to believe that, inside, each of us has a purple motorcycle.

We have only to discover it — and ride."

Revvin' up your engine,
Listen to her howlin' roar.
Metal under tension,
Beggin' you to touch and go. Highway to the Danger Zone.
Ride into the Danger Zone.

See my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tryin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man.