Taking a break from the family festivities and obviously I have drank way too much booooooooooozy egg nog!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through fifth gear
Not a bike was stirring, not even the newborn Dakar!
The helmuts were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Thor would soon be there;
The bikes were winterized all snug in their treads,
While visions of twisties danced in their heads;
And Holly on her motard, and Bill in his hoody,
Had just geared up for a quick winter's ride,
When out on the pavement there arose such a clatter,
Roger sprang from his Sleemans to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Roger flew like a flash,
Tore open a new sleemans and said "I should be cockblocking, where is Dazeegirl!"
When, what to Roger's wondering eyes should appear,
But Super Dave, and eight stunting reindeer!
With a great stabilizer, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Super Dave.
More rapid than mach 1 his coursers they came,
And he grunted, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Andrew! now, Thor! now, Saturnin and Jonny Rebar!!!
On, Slam! on Crass! on, Izzy and Pete with his Tiller!
To the front of the store! to the back of the garage!
Now burn away! wheely away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the two lane blacktop,
So up to the dealerships the coursers they flew,
With the sporbike full of toys, and St. Super Dave too.
And then, in a twinkling, Bill heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little stunt.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the alley Crazy Martin came with a 200kmh endo.
He was dressed all in flames and dollar signs, from his helmut to his shoes,
And his clothes were all tarnished with rubber and oil;
A bundle of bike toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a stunter who just ran from the cops.
His helmut -- how it reflected! his bike how merry!
The stump of a bike he held tight his burnout bright!
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of recycled oil.
Bill laughed when he saw him, in spite of Thor's macking;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Bill to know he had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside the throttle,
And giving a nod, he burned down the alley;
And away they all flew in cloud of smoke to thick to see through.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he rode out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Then Lee in hurry shouted out "I can't wait to post these pics on bcsportbikes!"
Merry Christmas all!