London’s roar to Highland’s grace - Norton Model 50

🎵 (Verse 1) 🎵
From London’s streets, we kick the stand,
Norton Model 50, engine grand.
The road awaits, a winding call,
Scotland bound, we give our all.

🎵 (Chorus) 🎵
Through rolling hills and misty glens,
Roaring pipes, our journey begins.
400 miles, a rugged quest,
On this trusty steed, we’ll do our best.

🎵 (Verse 2) 🎵
Past ancient castles, tales untold,
Single-cylinder heartbeat, bold.
London’s hustle fades away,
As Highland magic leads the way.

🎵 (Chorus) 🎵
Through rolling hills and misty glens,
Roaring pipes, our journey begins.
400 miles, a rugged quest,
On this trusty steed, we’ll do our best.

🎵 (Bridge) 🎵
Wind in our faces, rain on our skin,
Model 50 grinning, taking us in.
Seven hours or more, we ride,
Freedom’s anthem, our hearts collide.

🎵 (Chorus) 🎵
Through rolling hills and misty glens,
Roaring pipes, our journey begins.
400 miles, a rugged quest,
On this trusty steed, we’ll do our best.

🎵 (Outro) 🎵
Scotland’s wild embrace, we seek,
Model 50’s legacy, strong and unique.
From London’s roar to Highland’s grace,
Our Norton sings—a timeless chase. 🏍️🎶✨