T'was the Night before V-brakes And Ringle Type Hubs, As I rode on my Kona And endo-ed on logs. With Ritchey type tires Speedmax bald as could be, I slid in a corner And broke both of my knees. My Camelback leaked A Cytomax yellow. And laughter I heard From a jolly old fellow. He was riding a Rocky Painted Candy Cane red, With streamers of silver All over his Head. With a deep belly laugh He gave me a hand, Pulled me up on my feet And dusted off sand. He dialed 911 From a cellular phone, Giggled into the mouth piece And headed for home. He cranked once on the pedals And off he did fly, Yelled over his shoulder: "With SpeedMax you'll die!"