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!"
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!"