Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,/ Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart / Only to meet again more close.

Where's the face / One would meet in every place? / Where's the voice, however soft, / One would hear so very oft?

Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part.

Step on my roses, but don't tread on my heart.

For what you get, the Zephyr is really a steal. The content of what comes standard on the vehicle is far above and beyond what our competition has to offer. You get a heck of a lot of equipment for your dollar.

We were kind of blown away.