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A Riders Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring ... not even my spouse;
The Ohlins were hung from the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there;
The engines were nestled all over the stead,
While visions of dynokits danced in their heads;
I dimmed the lights as I locked up my desk,
A nice lengthy ride and a well-deserved rest;
Then all of a sudden there came such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
What a terrible sound .. like an HD, a crash;
The lights they were blinking and beaming aglow,
Valentino Rossi was whispering "I know, I know";
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
On a blazing Ducati ... I managed a cheer;
A little knee dragger, so lively and slick,
I knew in a moment it was St. Nick!
More rapid than Doohan, his angles insane,
He whistled and shouted like my old rusty chain.
Now, Hayden! Now, Bayliss!, Now, Roberts and Melandri
On Guzzi! On Honda, On Yamaha I see!
To the top of the apex, the bottom of the knee!
A thought of good riding, so happy and free!
As memory faded from drops and highsides,
The Elf cracked a smile and loosened his tie;
He was chubby and plump, said the place was a shack,
And I laughed when I saw him (in spite of him ).
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He was dressed from his head to his feet in a leather suit,
Saddle bags were heavy with St. Nick's spare loot.
With bundles of bits bulging out of his sack,
He looked like a fairing with a nice healthy crack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Reseated valve clearances, then turned with a smirk;
"Give this a spin" and he gave me a shove
And onto my new bike, I knew it was love.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere leaving the site,
"Keep that chain lubed, and all will be right!"
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring ... not even my spouse;
The Ohlins were hung from the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there;
The engines were nestled all over the stead,
While visions of dynokits danced in their heads;
I dimmed the lights as I locked up my desk,
A nice lengthy ride and a well-deserved rest;
Then all of a sudden there came such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
What a terrible sound .. like an HD, a crash;
The lights they were blinking and beaming aglow,
Valentino Rossi was whispering "I know, I know";
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
On a blazing Ducati ... I managed a cheer;
A little knee dragger, so lively and slick,
I knew in a moment it was St. Nick!
More rapid than Doohan, his angles insane,
He whistled and shouted like my old rusty chain.
Now, Hayden! Now, Bayliss!, Now, Roberts and Melandri
On Guzzi! On Honda, On Yamaha I see!
To the top of the apex, the bottom of the knee!
A thought of good riding, so happy and free!
As memory faded from drops and highsides,
The Elf cracked a smile and loosened his tie;
He was chubby and plump, said the place was a shack,
And I laughed when I saw him (in spite of him ).
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He was dressed from his head to his feet in a leather suit,
Saddle bags were heavy with St. Nick's spare loot.
With bundles of bits bulging out of his sack,
He looked like a fairing with a nice healthy crack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Reseated valve clearances, then turned with a smirk;
"Give this a spin" and he gave me a shove
And onto my new bike, I knew it was love.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere leaving the site,
"Keep that chain lubed, and all will be right!"
