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Ode to my Pads
posted by AC Shilton at 12:15 PM on May 09, 2007
I love my bike,
And I do love rocks,
I love air,
And my Specialized Socks.
However, to one thing I owe the greatest due,
Is the things which have kept me from the ER more times then a few:
Pads.
Yes, you xc riders may think you’re all that in your spandex
So very sexy when your shaved legs do flex,
But I’ll tell you one thing,
You may have all the XTR Bling
But that ain’t nothing when you’ve broken your neck.
No, roots, rocks and drops don’t disturb me,
Nor do baby heads, or other obstacles perturb me,
But a bone sticking out of my fore arm
Is usually cause for some alarm
I’ve realized there are just certain body parts one shouldn’t see.
Me and the ground, we’re good buddies,
Whether it be hardpack, rocks or muddy,
I’ll perform a geological survey,
With me face down in the clay,
Dirty, dusty and bloody.
When the triage unit knew me by name
I realized I really didn’t have game
Yes, whether I’m hucking or climbing
I’m usually nose diving
Without my pads I’d always be lame.
And that’s why advocate
To resist the urge to play with fate,
Always use protection
It’s the only way to avoid a collection
Of medically inserted steel plates.
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Comments (4)
03:12 PM on May 16, 2007 UTC Rachael Lambert wrote:
Wow AC! I didn't know you were a poet!!
12:53 PM on June 01, 2007 UTC capecodcowboy wrote:
That was awesome! :)
09:21 PM on June 18, 2007 UTC Daywalker wrote:
You are a poet, and didn't know it, but your feet show it...they're Longfellows!
04:15 PM on October 08, 2007 UTC miSICKLE wrote:
more like rapper...