Friday, 13 July 2007
06:07:16 PM (GMT)
this is from one of my emails so have fun
A hotshot rider, that's what I are.
Ya better watch out, 'cause I'm goin' far.
I've been around, that's where I've been
And I'm hittin' the enduro trail again.
Just keep your eyeballs glued on me
And you'll see a winner, that's what you'll see.
Here we are on the line today.
Look out, now, stay out of the way.
My cycle's fast, and it's name is Power.
It'll eat that ground up, by the hour.
Step aside, or you might get hurt
'Cause this big motor's pawing the dirt.
There's a big guy up ahead of me
Ridin' a step-through Honda 90 (tee-hee)!
I'll pass him, just watch my style.
He'll eat my dirt before he's gone five miles.
Off the line and through the trees
Slipping down those trails with ease.
Passing riders left and right
Hit a stump — that wasn't too bright.
Through the checkpoint. Close enough.
I'll zero the next one, watch my stuff.
Fifteen miles the marker said.
Two more hours, I'll be home in bed.
Where's that step-through Honda gone?
Lost the trail, that's what he's done.
No, there he is, in front of me.
I can't believe what my eyes see.
Down the trail, giving it gas
Well I'll be darned, this guy's real fast.
Hey, there's a big wide straight-of-way.
I'll teach this guy about power today.
Around the bend and heading upwards.
Pass a guy who fell over backwards.
Sure would like to lend a hand
But being late I couldn't stand.
Man, this hill's a real lulu.
That guy on the Honda no can do.
This here hill ain't made for porkers.
The ones who'll make it are super-torquers.
Up and up and up some more.
This thing will top out soon, for sure.
Hey, there's the checkpoint, whaddaya know.
Just like I said, a big zero.
Boogiein' on and havin' fun.
This ain't no race. It's a turkey run.
A log in the trail, but I can't stop.
I'll just wheelie right over the top.
Ouch! What went wrong? And where am I?
Just through the stars, I can see the sky.
Take a count of fingers and toes.
Yeah, they're all here, well, that's how it goes.
Gotta get up and go again.
The guy on the Honda says, "Hey, man!
These logs are tricky now, aren't they?"
Then he rides right over and goes on his way.
That guy's beginning to give me a pain.
Who does he look like? Oh, yes, John Wayne.
Finishing up, not quite so fast.
This darn headache ain't no blast.
I'll do all right though, wait and see.
No little old crash is gonna stop me.
The third check, then the fourth — not bad.
If I could lose this headache I'd be glad.
Back to camp and count up points.
I think my neck's popped out of joint.
There's old "Step-Through" standing tall.
I hear he won first overall.