Two Wheel Blogs

It was the day before Christmas, and out on the trails,
the only thing spotted was a few coo-ing quails,
the fresh snow was glistening in the sunlight,
and I was out to enjoy a winter ride delight.
The snow was fresh from last nights fall,
and the trails outline was beginning to call,
I knew I would be alone on my sweet ride,
the crowds of the city were shopping inside.
I wore my woolies, and a packed camelback,
ready to cut the first of the groove down that sweet singletrack.
The trail is smooth and my mind did wander
t’words dreams of trails and rides yet to conquer.
Will I hit Ouachita, Chubb, and Big Brushey this year?
Or Castlewood, Syllamo, or Binder with beers?

I drop down to the lake, along the shoreline,
thinking to myself this ride is divine.
All of a sudden I hit some deep ruts,
and over the bars, into the snow I went like a klutz .
When I awoke, what did I see,
but some Clydesdale in red spandex ….bigger, then me!!!!
He was on a 29’r it was candy apple red,
and a matching red helmet on top of his head!
He said “Quite a yard sale! Can I give you a hand?“
I said “you bet” I answered , stunned that I am!”
He dusted me off, and said “Time to Roll”,
it was Christmas ya know, People to see, I’ve places to go!“
He split up the trail, and disappeared round the bend,
leaving me alone on the trail once again.
When I made it back to my car what did I see,
but a brand new 29’r on my roof rack for me!
I looked to the sky and I swear he was there,
Saying happy trails to you all, Ride Safe this new Year!