Racin in the Rain; by  the Stroker

 

The bikes are clean; they’ve been given some love

And the first meeting of the year has finally come

A practice day, up at Coles creek

A chance to see if I fixed that

 

Load em up Friday, off early in the morn

Think I left my helmet sitting on the lawn

Set up the tents and fuel up the hog

If it rains on this track it be a bloody bog

 

The riding has started and I’ve got on my kit

I’ve borrowed this CZ and it’s not a real hit

Goes really hard over twelve thousand revs

But when you hit the gullies it just drops dead

 

So the day goes on and lots of fun is had

Two bikes stopped that belong to Brad

Both down in the gully that claimed the CZ

A severe lack of fuel made them both stop dead

 

Then came the rain and its time for some fun

Drag out the four stroke and give it a run

We slide through the corners and plow up some ruts

Going fast like Simon shows lots of guts

 

One last lap, and down into that gully

The bikes going well till I hit the mud slurry

Next thing you know I’m on my arse

And quads getting bogged trying to tow out the T.A.R.T.S.

 

Beer o’clock now and its pissin with rain

We thought it had gone but its back again

Terry used the trailer to lay out his swag

Was a really good spot till he got ousted by Brad

 

Sunday and my head aches after drinking that case

Pete’s bed collapsed and he’s not in his happy place

Cars and trailers getting bogged trying to go

We needed a bloody big tractor to give the trailer a tow

 

The truck and the bikes all covered in mud

We are all wet and tried and in need of some love

Time to go home and hang the gear on the line

 That was bloody great, can’t wait till next time.