Twas the night Before Christmas (ZX-14 Style)
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Twas the night Before Christmas (ZX-14 Style)
Twas the night before Christmas and 70 outside,
I thought that I’d take the 14 out for a ride.
The wife said, “Be safe, I love you dear!”,
So, I put on my helmet and the rest of my gear.
I turned the key, hit the starter button, it roared to life,
Clicked her into First and rode out of sight.
I stopped at 7-11 and grabbed a drink.
I opened my Mountain Dew and started to think.
Just then I heard something that sounded a little mean,
I looked and it was some punk on a Busa machine.
He said, “whatcha got? A Muzzy, a Hindle or a Brock’s?”
I said, “Nope. She’s still basically stock!”
He said, “Whatever ya got doesn’t matter anyway,
I already ate two other 14's today!”
Now I usually only race at the track and not on the street,
But I knew that Busa punk had to be beat.
We rolled to the light,
No cops, no other cars, nothing in sight,
He started the race by honking his horn, 1-2-3,
We launched, I got a nice little wheelie!
I grabbed Second, Third, Fourth, then Fifth,
I decided to back off before I hit Sixth!
I looked to my Left, Then to my Right,
Looked in my mirror and only saw his tiny headlight.
I pulled to the side to see what was the matter.
He rolled up with the usual chatter.
“I had a bad launch, I missed a shift, you only got me by a few feet!”
I just smiled and said, “Yeah sure.” But I still had him beat.
As I fired up my bike to get ready to leave,
I decided to tell him some words to believe.
“If you’re going to try to run another 14 some other day,
I hope Santa is good to you this Christmas and brings you some Spray!”
Happy Holidays
I thought that I’d take the 14 out for a ride.
The wife said, “Be safe, I love you dear!”,
So, I put on my helmet and the rest of my gear.
I turned the key, hit the starter button, it roared to life,
Clicked her into First and rode out of sight.
I stopped at 7-11 and grabbed a drink.
I opened my Mountain Dew and started to think.
Just then I heard something that sounded a little mean,
I looked and it was some punk on a Busa machine.
He said, “whatcha got? A Muzzy, a Hindle or a Brock’s?”
I said, “Nope. She’s still basically stock!”
He said, “Whatever ya got doesn’t matter anyway,
I already ate two other 14's today!”
Now I usually only race at the track and not on the street,
But I knew that Busa punk had to be beat.
We rolled to the light,
No cops, no other cars, nothing in sight,
He started the race by honking his horn, 1-2-3,
We launched, I got a nice little wheelie!
I grabbed Second, Third, Fourth, then Fifth,
I decided to back off before I hit Sixth!
I looked to my Left, Then to my Right,
Looked in my mirror and only saw his tiny headlight.
I pulled to the side to see what was the matter.
He rolled up with the usual chatter.
“I had a bad launch, I missed a shift, you only got me by a few feet!”
I just smiled and said, “Yeah sure.” But I still had him beat.
As I fired up my bike to get ready to leave,
I decided to tell him some words to believe.
“If you’re going to try to run another 14 some other day,
I hope Santa is good to you this Christmas and brings you some Spray!”
Happy Holidays
Last edited by Worlok14; Dec 17, 2009 at 10:42 PM.
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good one!
2 years ago I spent Christmas in a bad way - I broke my collar bone! I have fallen off so many times during the winter (the weather is one thing but the tiny roads are another), it was nearly becoming part of my Christmas Cheer.
2 years ago I spent Christmas in a bad way - I broke my collar bone! I have fallen off so many times during the winter (the weather is one thing but the tiny roads are another), it was nearly becoming part of my Christmas Cheer.
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