There are trails around my place that need riding.
If we don’t keep traffic up, they will go into hiding:
The leaves grow back
We lose the track
Moss and grass will build up, like green dental plaque.
But, don’t give me flak, Jack
Or any wisecracks
It’s not all that black,
They're not totally wack.
Some friends and I and an old lumberjack
Put together an excellent plan of attack.
We smacked, and hacked
Blew leaves and debris like a crazed maniac
Now we’re back on track
And it’s riding as smooth as a new Cadillac
But we can’t let traffic slack.
Tuesday night, throw your rig on your rack
Hop on those wheels, and give it a crack.
If you've a knack for attacking some sweet singletrack,
Dirt road, doubletrack, but none of that tarmac,
We'll ride out and around and all the way back
Till we get to my shack for a beer and a snack
(Perhaps a six-pack?)
And also a swim (throw a suit in your pack)
Kick back and relax before hitting the sack
And give thanks for the fact that there’s little we lack.
Meet at 5:45 at Jim's - 3698 Route 44, Brownsville
Ride at 6:00. Some snacks, drinks and swimming after.
Some roads involved, so not dog-friendly.