Twas the Night Before Christmas ....
'Twas the first night at Windber, when all through the land
Not an OldMiniBikes member was stirring, not even the band;
Shirts, short and socks were hung by the campers with care,
In hopes that Buckeye would soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of mini bikes with suspension danced in their heads;
And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and Harley’s Papa in his cap,
Had just settled their heads for a long summers nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such chatter,
Hent sprang from his bed to see what was the matter;
Away to the window he flew like a Cat;
Tore open the shutters and put on his hat;
The moon on the puddles of the new fallen rain,
Gave a luster of midday to riders in pain;
When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
But a trike and gumpit with a 6 pack of cheer;
With drivers so nimble, cunning and quick,
We all knew the competition would be thick;
More rapid than Rupps and with courage they came,
The track was fast, furious and not too tame;
Hent whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, markus! now, minibikin’! now manchester and Yoop!
On, Cheezy! on, Markus! on, KustomKartKid and Bigrob!
On, jeep4me! on, Count! on, Clayon and leathernun!
"Now, 125ccCrazy, now Delray!, now Mac and Simpletom!
On Tecumseh, On Briggs, On Predator too.
Hurry up, hurry up, and better make do.
To the top of the hill to the top and don’t fall!
Now ride away! ride away! ride away all!"
Not an OldMiniBikes member was stirring, not even the band;
Shirts, short and socks were hung by the campers with care,
In hopes that Buckeye would soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of mini bikes with suspension danced in their heads;
And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and Harley’s Papa in his cap,
Had just settled their heads for a long summers nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such chatter,
Hent sprang from his bed to see what was the matter;
Away to the window he flew like a Cat;
Tore open the shutters and put on his hat;
The moon on the puddles of the new fallen rain,
Gave a luster of midday to riders in pain;
When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
But a trike and gumpit with a 6 pack of cheer;
With drivers so nimble, cunning and quick,
We all knew the competition would be thick;
More rapid than Rupps and with courage they came,
The track was fast, furious and not too tame;
Hent whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, markus! now, minibikin’! now manchester and Yoop!
On, Cheezy! on, Markus! on, KustomKartKid and Bigrob!
On, jeep4me! on, Count! on, Clayon and leathernun!
"Now, 125ccCrazy, now Delray!, now Mac and Simpletom!
On Tecumseh, On Briggs, On Predator too.
Hurry up, hurry up, and better make do.
To the top of the hill to the top and don’t fall!
Now ride away! ride away! ride away all!"
