Smokestone Bikes designs and builds bespoke titanium adventure and bikepacking bikes in the Cotswolds. Home of the Mr Harry, our flagship all-terrain adventure bike.
Listen Up
The story of Smokestone bikes in song.
Composed by written by - Graham Foot Bicycle Lover.
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This thing in my head revealed on a board
A fathers skills passed helped me to record
From paper to metal dreams so to reveal
A ride has been born and some like the feel
Your time it will come
Smokey rider
A shed for the layers gave many a crown
New born in those hills the classic went down
The country got cross
But the times were so good
With the spoils of success
News spread through the hood
Smokey rider
Smokey rider
Your time will come
A paw print so large proved not to go down
A threat from the man caused many to frown
Tolls taken for some this could be the brink
A district came calling Gave time so to think.
and so…
A Nomad awakened
Those thoughts once aside
A trio brought forward
A soft steed to go ride.
Is it time for
Smokey rider
So smokey took flight
With girth to enjoy
Came numbers 2 tons
True colours employed
Ole Hendy they followed
From far and from wide
His tribe it did swell
The time it did glide
The family it grew
It bore a Tie bride
Adventures did bow
A lifetime of pride
Soon Harry came calling
With his wee flat mate
He dropped for a favour
Please don’t hesitate
Smokey rider
So cool
Smokey rider
oh man
Here we go…
The Raven it rose
Too big for it's boots
All Teeth in a box
All smart full of hoops
The rubber is plenty
For those in the know
So swelled overland
And so it does go
Smokey Rider
Um
Smokey Rider
Yeah boy
Smokey Rider
Hi yall
Smokey rider
Shout just climb aboard
For those in the crew
The wheels keep a turning
Adventure is so true
Make time to remember
With pals of a mind
Soul brothers and sisters
They are of a kind
Yes its time for
Those smokey riders
Those smokey riders
Smokey Riders
And so...
From paper to metal
Dreams so did reveal
The rides were so born
And they did like the feel...
Now
Thoughts drift to the past
And who bore the name
One lost oh so young
His memory remains
So
Go where your badge with pride
You Smokey rider
Come join
Smokey rider
My friends
Smokey rider
Live on
Smokey rider
Ole smokey rider
Still miss you my friend
Smokestone.
image Michael Page