Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

From Monday's first installment of "The Adventures of RevD and the HarleyMan":

On a quiet Sunday morning, in a wild and lonely place,
I found myself quite stranded on the road.
With very little warning, and not a bit of grace,
My trusty car had died near no abode.

Desperately I pleaded, with wide eyes and worried brow,
For some kind soul to help me on my way.
And I got just what I needed (as I fully realize now)
When "the HarleyMan" roared up and saved my day.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, like Shane won't you come back?

And today's installment:

He'd take no coin or payment for taking me to church,
Saying merely, "That's the way that I was raised!"
So I gave back his leather raiment, which he'd lent me in the lurch,
And he took my card and rode off, ducking praise.

Now when I see a Harley, on street or broad highway,
I get a funny feeling in my heart.
Like Scrooge with Jacob Marley, I think the biker's going my way,
And I pray another adventure's soon to start.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, like Shane won't you come back?

[to be continued -- suggestions for further improbable adventures always welcome]