plattey
XS650 Addict
Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the county
not a thing was sounding, not even a drunky!
Then through the valley, there was a low growl,
from a 454, candy red Chevelle.
For this year, the reindeer took rest
as Santa delivered toys, burning rubber and high test.
I had just laid down to bed after fixing the thumper,
from a spill last week, where front wheel raped rear bumper.
As I closed my eyes to finally get sleep,
I was quickly awaken by a roar, and uttered, "What the (bleep)?!"
I jumped out of bed and ran to the door,
to see that Chevelle speeding at full bore!
Dressed in gear, I ran for my six-fifty,
to give pursuit to that Chevelle, which sped by at one-sixty.
With two kicks and a grin, the thumper breathed life.
"Where the hell you going?!" was heard, from my awfully wedded wife.
With the twist of the grip, and a "Yeehaw" yell,
I gave chase to that fast, candy red Chevelle.
"I must warn this speed demon." was my one thought,
for 5 miles ahead, the bridge was blown out!
Closer and closer, the gap was then a second flat,
between I and that red classic, which was running quite fat!
With incessant honking from that old Yamaha,
the driver couldn't hear my warning over Van Halen, Panama.
Faster and faster that old thumper and I sped
as we both blew past a road sign, "Bridge Out" it had read.
With no warning, a new smell consumed my sense,
it was the scent of a big block, burning nitrous and high test!
That Chevelle hunkered down and left me in the dust,
I gave up chase thinking, "You've a deathwish, I trust."
I decided to slow and watch the pending stunt for a while,
as that candy red Chevelle ramped off a conveniently-placed-dirt-pile.
With the sound of a dixie horn, that minty Chevelle took flight,
gazing in awe I heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Merry Christmas xs650 fans!
and all through the county
not a thing was sounding, not even a drunky!
Then through the valley, there was a low growl,
from a 454, candy red Chevelle.
For this year, the reindeer took rest
as Santa delivered toys, burning rubber and high test.
I had just laid down to bed after fixing the thumper,
from a spill last week, where front wheel raped rear bumper.
As I closed my eyes to finally get sleep,
I was quickly awaken by a roar, and uttered, "What the (bleep)?!"
I jumped out of bed and ran to the door,
to see that Chevelle speeding at full bore!
Dressed in gear, I ran for my six-fifty,
to give pursuit to that Chevelle, which sped by at one-sixty.
With two kicks and a grin, the thumper breathed life.
"Where the hell you going?!" was heard, from my awfully wedded wife.
With the twist of the grip, and a "Yeehaw" yell,
I gave chase to that fast, candy red Chevelle.
"I must warn this speed demon." was my one thought,
for 5 miles ahead, the bridge was blown out!
Closer and closer, the gap was then a second flat,
between I and that red classic, which was running quite fat!
With incessant honking from that old Yamaha,
the driver couldn't hear my warning over Van Halen, Panama.
Faster and faster that old thumper and I sped
as we both blew past a road sign, "Bridge Out" it had read.
With no warning, a new smell consumed my sense,
it was the scent of a big block, burning nitrous and high test!
That Chevelle hunkered down and left me in the dust,
I gave up chase thinking, "You've a deathwish, I trust."
I decided to slow and watch the pending stunt for a while,
as that candy red Chevelle ramped off a conveniently-placed-dirt-pile.
With the sound of a dixie horn, that minty Chevelle took flight,
gazing in awe I heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Merry Christmas xs650 fans!
That's awsome! Thanks and a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours.
