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Jerry_haughton
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 07:48 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

...and all through East Troy,
not a creature was stirring
save for one little boy.

His name was Erik,
yes, with a k
more elf than human,
and he sure loved to play.

with motorcycles, that is,
all kinds and styles
but mostly with Buells,
this gave the most smiles.


what comes next? : D
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Spiderman
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 08:03 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

With Ferris and Spidey all tucked in their beds,
With visons of Curvey Roads in their heads.

When out on the drive what a rumbling should appear!
But a midsized, dark haired man on a Uly should appear.

With leathers all black and knee pucks a scraped,
A bag of new tires and fresh CF, just baked!

(Message edited by spiderman on December 23, 2008)
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Spiderman
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 09:37 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

He slipped into the garage all Quite and neat.
And left us new boots, for our feet.

Then he approached our jackets all hung with care,
In the hopes he would place a new Buell patch there.

Some oil and lube for our motors,
and one of those rare, tuber, OEM rotors.
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Wolfridgerider
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 10:22 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

NOW! Hammer,
NOW! Slaughter,
NOW! Spider and Buellinator,
ON! Tramp,
ON! Court,
ON! Glitch and Strokizator!


To the top of the porch!!
To the top of the wall!!
Now wheelie away,
Wheelie away,
Wheelie away all!
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Xl1200r
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 10:25 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Then all of the sudden,
it came out through the fog,
the most sinister looking
motorcycle of all.

He was dressed in all black,
and it was hard to be sure,
but by all known accounts,
This was the Phantom rider on a brand new CR.

He twisted that throttle
and let out a peircing scream,
Fire shot from the muffler
and from his ears shot steam.

He tore through the garage,
with a high-revving motor,
And set fire to all the gear,
Yes, even those rare, tuber, OEM rotors.
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Rainman
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 10:30 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

And I heard him exclaim as he roared right on past.

Merry Christmas to all, damn, this bike is a Blast!
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S2pengy
Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 - 10:58 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,WHILE OUT IN THE SHOP,
NOT A CRANKCASE WAS LEAKING, NOT EVEN A DROP.
THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE,
WITH HOPES THAT ST. NICHOLAS SOON WOULD BE THERE.
THE KIDS WERE TUCKED IN, ALL SNUG IN THEIR BEDS,
WHILE VISIONS OF MINI-BIKES ROARED THROUGH THEIR HEADS.
MY WIFE AND I, IN OUR BIRTHDAY CLOTHES,
HAD JUST SETTLED IN, FOR A PEACEFUL DOZE.
WHEN OUT IN THE YARD, THERE AROSE SUCH A RUMBLING,
OUT OF THE WATERBED, I CAME A STUMBLING.
UP TO THE WINDOW, I MOVED IN A FLASH,
KNOCKED OVER THE NIGHT TABLE LAMP,WITH A CRASH.
AND AS I GAZED OUT, BEYOND THE SNOW LADEN LOGS,
I SPOTTED A SIDECAR, AND EIGHT SHINY HOGS!
WITH A STOUT GUY A DRIVE'N, SO LAID BACK, YET QUICK,
I KNEW IN A MOMENT IT MUST BE ST. NICK.
FASTER THAN LIGHTENING, HIS HARLEY'S THEY CAME,
AND HE WHOOPED AND HE HOLLERED AND CALLED THEM BY NAME.
NOW SPORTSTER! NOW KNUCKLE! NOW FLATTY! AND SHOVEL!
ON PANHEAD! ON BLOCKHEAD! MOVE HUMMER, ON THE DOUBLE!
UP TO THE ROOFTOP, THE HARLEY'S THEY FLEW,
SIDECAR FULL OF TOYS, AND ST. NICK TOO!
AND THEN IN A MOMENT, I HEARD THEM SHUT DOWN,
GETTING IT TOGETHER, I SLOWLY TURNED ROUND.
AS I BENT, AND LOOKED UP, THE CHIMNEY INSIDE,
I SAW ST. NICK, COMIN DOWN ON HIS HIDE.
HE WAS DRESSED ALL IN LEATHER, FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FOOT,
AND HIS JACKET WAS DUSTY, WITH ASHES AND SOOT.
A SACK FULL OF TOYS, HE HAD DROPPED ON THE FLOOR,
AND I COULDN'T BELIEVE, WHAT WAS THERE TO EXPLORE.
HIS EYES! HOW THEY GLISTENED, HIS GOGGLES SO BLURRY,
HIS CHEEKS WERE ALL FLUSHED, AND HE SEEMED IN A HURRY.
HIS HAIR, IT WAS BRAIDED, AND TUCKED OUT OF HIS WAY,
AND THE BEARD ON HIS CHIN WAS SHAGGY AND GREY.
HE HAD A BIG HEAD, AND AN OVERSIZE BELLY,
THAT SHOOK WHEN HE LAUGHED, LIKE A BOWLFUL OF JELLY.
HE WAS TENDER AND TATTERED, A RASCALLY SORT,
AND I LAUGHED, WHEN I SAW HIM, AND LET OUT A SNORT!
HE SPOKE NOT A WORD, BUT WENT RIGHT TO HIS WORK,
FILLING THE STOCKINGS, THEN TURNED WITH A SMIRK,
AND PUT THAT LONG FINGER, ASIDE OF HIS NOSE,
WITH A QUICK NOD, UP THE CHIMNEY HE ROSE!
HE HOPPED IN THE SIDECAR, THE BIKES STARTED ROARING,
AWAY THEY ALL FLEW, THE WHOLE BUNCH WAS SOARING.
THEN I HEARD HIM SING OUT, AS HE MADE A TURN WIDE,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS" TO ALL! AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!!!!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS
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Vampress
Posted on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 08:24 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Yuletide Buellride

Twas the night before Christmas
In the land of 'Down Under'
The skies were filled with the usual
Downpour and thunder

This posed a problem
for poor old St Nick
because of the weather
all his reindeer were sick

When he said to his elves
"Oh, what shall I do?"
They said with a smile
"We know some elves too"

So they got on their elf phones
to Erik and the clan
and together they came up with
a brilliant plan

Before St Nick knew it
in the blink of an eye
his sleigh was hooked up
and ready to fly

The team in front glistened
as they roared into the sky
and St Nick was heard shouting
fore all passers by

"Come Uly, come Cyclone
Come Thunder and Battle-twin
Come Firebolt and Citycross
and my faithful Westwind"

But heading the pack
as they rumbled on past
was the glowing bright nose
of the racing red Blast

As he placed the last gift
under an Outback tree
Santa mumbled quietly
a voice filled with glee

"I hope that next year
my reindeer are sick...
'cos these guys are awesome,
and Man are they quick!"

So he went to Erik and the elves
and struck a deal for Yule
Now 'Santa Down Under'
is sponsored by Buell!

Ride safe and have a great Christmas!
V
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Wolfridgerider
Posted on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:15 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Good one V!
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86129squids
Posted on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:47 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

+1 Vampress!

Youn's a poet an di'nt know it.
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Cityxslicker
Posted on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 12:10 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Im Mister Brown Christmas,
Im Mister Mud
Im Mister Dirt Rooster
Ive got dirt to throw
I ride my muds cycile,
I gots my knobbies you know
They call me MUD BUG, DirtSlicker,
Where every I go
Theres got to be dirt and puddles
ah MuDs the stuff.

I never want to see a day
when I come home with a clean bike
I would rather stay out and play
gettin coated in mucky chunks and the like

They call me MudBug
Whatever I touch
Gets dirty and might fry my clutch

Im Mister brown Christmas,
Im Mister MUD
Oooooh Im too much
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