|Twas the Ride Before Christmas - Encore||Scot_Gore|
Dec 21, 2003 6:41 PM
|I wrote this last year after a ride I took right about this time of year. I enjoyed doing it and was somewhat proud of it when it was finished, so I'm calling a self proclaimed encore.
Merry Christmas to all my friends at RBR
|Twas the Ride Before Christmas||Scot_Gore|
Dec 21, 2003 6:46 PM
|Twas the ride before Christmas, and all through the state
Not a jumper jumping, for the snow was quite late.
The bike was NOT hung by the rafters with care,
In hopes that the St. Eddy would admire the grit and the flare.
The child was all nestled all snug in her bed
While I wonder if she thinks dad is right in the head.
And Mamma with that smirk on, and I in my bike crap
Had just settled that I can take a long winter's lap.
Over my left shoulder there arose such a clatter,
I held my line firm and saw what was the matter.
Away went the SUV. It flew like a flash
Must have failed the emission test with that cloud of ash.
The skiers awaiting the new-fallen snow
Gave a huff and puff across the frosted MUT's flow.
When what to wondering eyes should appear,
A brand new connection for the commuters round here.
I spun the pedals so lively and quick.
I knew in any moment the snow could come quick.
More rapid than eagles the cold did set in.
So I ducked in the bike shop with a smile and a grin.
Buy Seven, Buy Cannondale, Buy Redline & Surley!
Need new shoes! Need new tires! Need repairs and a Burley!
To the top of the pack! To the top of the hill!
Now spin away! Spin away! Spin away all!
As sure as the city will get use of this rink,
When winter settles in hard, my riding will stink.
So for now to pavement the Allez and I fly.
With a smile on my face and on a natural high.
And then, in the distance, there arose such a hill.
That I stood on my pedals in spite of the chill.
As I drew to the crescent and was just starting down,
A black Look flew by me like I was just standing around.
He was dressed all in Assos from is his head to his foot,
And his bar tape was worn from the grime and soot.
A Camelbak of hydration he wore on his back,
And he looked like a Cat breaking away from the pack.
His eyes, how they focused! His line barely wavered!
His legs were like tree stumps, his breath never labored!
His cadence did spin in a blinding display,
And he handled the bike like a sculptor does clay.
The bar ends he held tight in his grip,
And the sweat blew away with no time to drip.
He was already in the big ring, I was starting to fade.
Then he glanced back my way and was offering aid.
He was spinning and mashing, using all of his skills,
And I laughed at myself, for I needed lots of drills.
A wink of his eye and twist of the wrist,
He was offering a wheel, not shaking his fist.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He spun up the speed, while I watched my fork.
And laying his finger aside of his shift
And giving a nod, off the back I did drift.
He sprang from his saddle, his steed gave a whistle,
And away t
|Twas the Ride Before Christmas (got cut off, the rest)||Scot_Gore|
Dec 21, 2003 7:14 PM
|He sprang from his saddle, his steed gave a whistle,
And away they both flew like the down of thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he rode out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
|Well Done! nm||Indurain 03|
Dec 21, 2003 7:23 PM
|Nice but we got more snow here than that! nm||MB1|
Dec 21, 2003 7:49 PM
|That was last year, this years been a little more typical||Scot_Gore|
Dec 21, 2003 8:12 PM
Took this for my shop report this afternoon. Shop report will come later.