Twas the Day of CXMAS

Twas the day of CXMAS, and in a lot in Jeff City

Team Red Wheel was ready to party and those who did not join us we felt no pity

Our bikes were mounted to our racks with such gracious care

We hit the road to St. Louis for cycling event with flare

On arrival we were greeted with middle fingers that lead

To visions of gnarliness that danced in our head

Nick slapped on his rockstar tights as well as the Mitch

Load up the jersey pockets...we were getting the itch

Hoots and hollers were ringing with such a clatter

We donated our can goods to those in need we would flatter

Away to our bikes many people would dash

We rode to Banger Island to hit some dirt in a flash

 

The trail was abreast of tire tracks galore

Slightly slick, our back tires suffered the Tokyo drift we adore

Little bumps in the dirt allowed us to catch air

Around a switchback we came to a bottle neck we fair

Running through the sand can be such a joy

Then present us with a run-up...errr an evil ploy

Slowed down we did not for egg nog was to greet us

If TRW did not get our nogg we were sure to cuss

 

Nogg was chugged in the woods full of leaves

Big sticks caught my attention that looked like swords used by thieves

Why not have some fun, a sword fight was a must

I would do my best to stab Nick in his subtle bust

A BANG! A CLATTER!

It was Nick's blood was to splatter!

Corey tackled Nick to the ground as I was victor

We then drank gobbs of beer and peed as seen in the pictures

The trail we left in an innebriated delight

Oh look railroad tracks we shall ride them with blight.

 

Some of us separated which was such a disaster

Some didn't get to eat the donuts which many did plaster

Once again we departed on this joyous day

It's hard not to appreciate the way we play

Oh my, there he was, the missing Saint Nick!

Only to be handed disgusting tequila from Grothoff to make us all sick!

I belched this poison for the rest of the day

I would much rather of puked in ole Santa's sleigh

To the end we rode and the party rolled on

Oh no...our liquid spirits were nearly gone

We jumped in our cars gave the one finger good bye

Trailhead Brewery bound there was no sigh

world's biggest flask

world's coolest bike

 

More fun was had and lizards were drained

What's up with this sign, it's not good for my brain

A tandem that held many hung from the roof

Never would I want to work on such of a spoof

Jeff City bound we now were

Let's jam to some Melvins who sounds of grrrrrr

Another fun time at a the epic CXMAS

Thanks Seagal form making it such bliss.