Ode de Motocross

A Poem by LonelySoul

Ode de Motocross
One bright sunny morning with a chill in the air,
Equipment ready, to take on a hill that didn't care...
Our course was laid out with whoops and jumps,
Hair-pen turns a little mud and some old rotten stumps,
A few jumps,whoops another curve and back to the end,
A day of competition where you won't find many friends...
Here on the START,my fast beating heart,waiting for a gate to drop,
I hope it's soon,sometime before Noon,my heart's about to Pop...
My heart is jumping,and my ears are thumping,
the dirt is clumping and everybodies adrenaline pumping...
As a Dirt Digger Member you gotta remember,

my last race was in September...
He who gets the HoleShot has the best chance to win the race,
you won't have everybody elses dirt,thrown back in your face,
Down the Gate,I Grip and Rip,as my engine screams,
but not too much gas, or I'll get passed,

if my engine comes apart at the seams...
To Win this race would beat All of my dreams,
No don't cut me off,now that really reams,
Through the pack there's alot of gaps,
I've got to concentrate now,How many laps?
Over this jump,twenty feet from the ground,
Why not show off while I'm just hanging around?
Clicking my heels in a double Can-Can,
Too much hang-time I hope I can land,
into the whoops all fish-tailing and wiggles,
almost an Endo,my brother passing and giggles,
Around this curve and I gotta make it fast,
Hang on for Dear Life,don't look back at the past,
THANK GOD there it is,the Finish line at last...

After the interview with you know who,
who was number One,Three or Two?

yup it hurt when I hit the dirt,who finished First?
As for the race I didn't place...I've raced in worse,
But I got up quick gave my bike a swift kick,
and at least I didn't finish last,
when I looked up I was happy as a pup,
Because my snickering competition had been passed...