nklr - dual sport poem

[Backroad Bill]

I am aware that among all the MX-boot wearin, armor-plated adventure types on the list, there may be some who feel that poetry is for sissies, fruits, gerbils, and others of indeterminate persuasions, but here is a little ditty I wrote for my buds who rode together through some gnarly stuff up in Idaho last week. "I pedaled my pack mule o'er mountain 'n dale to arrive in Bonanza and guzzle some ale Here's how I got there to recant this tune and pass some fine evenins 'neath the Idaho moon With buds on Beemers and comrades on Kaws we slid down the dirt roads defyin the laws We slid through the two track We drifted to town we torqued up the highway til Yellow Pine we found We clumbed up 'ol Trout Creek til valiant soldiers fell then we slid down the hillside o'er river and dell We soaked our old bones in Ma Nature's hot pools don't tell us, now, bro' cuz' we ain't no fools It's a good thing we did that 'cuz there ain't any other can get to Atlanta It's burning like a Mother!" Backroad Bill