The Night Before Christmas
#21
12-24-2004, 12:20 PM
The Night Before Christmas
St. Nick roosted in,
his quad rippin hard,
Rick's mods made him grin,
As he modded my yard.
Ritter's shop saved the day,
The big man knew this well.
No more carrying hay,
throttle pinned, he gave it he%%
I retorqued his jug
Rick told him to do.
Quad maintenance is important,
He simply replied, Yahoo!
Helmet back on his head,
his concentration grew high.
Soon across my yard,
he would again fly.
Lighting the tires,
he streaked down the drive.
Exhaust belching fire,
all the power, would he survive?
Belly on the tank,
thought to keep the front down.
Instead he gave a yank,
on the bars, that big clown.
An aerial tumble
soon did I see
A hideous rumble,
Claus pulled with glee.
His landing was perfect,
belly jigglin' from the flight.
I could barely make a shape,
as he streaked into the night.
My concerns at rest,
I had worried he'd tip.
St. Nick's one of the best.
heck, that was a back-flip.
Merry Christmas to the Ritter family, and to everyone here on the Connection. Gathering with the family is the true importance in life.....this forum banter just helps ad some additional spice. [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]
Oh, the profit sharing checks are coming in the mail. Seems as though St. Nick is saving huge dollars on not having to buy Beeno for the normally methane "winding" team. He now has the elves constructing an alcohol distillery so he'll be even faster next year. Then he mumbled something about nitrous...oh, boy, here we go. [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]
his quad rippin hard,
Rick's mods made him grin,
As he modded my yard.
Ritter's shop saved the day,
The big man knew this well.
No more carrying hay,
throttle pinned, he gave it he%%
I retorqued his jug
Rick told him to do.
Quad maintenance is important,
He simply replied, Yahoo!
Helmet back on his head,
his concentration grew high.
Soon across my yard,
he would again fly.
Lighting the tires,
he streaked down the drive.
Exhaust belching fire,
all the power, would he survive?
Belly on the tank,
thought to keep the front down.
Instead he gave a yank,
on the bars, that big clown.
An aerial tumble
soon did I see
A hideous rumble,
Claus pulled with glee.
His landing was perfect,
belly jigglin' from the flight.
I could barely make a shape,
as he streaked into the night.
My concerns at rest,
I had worried he'd tip.
St. Nick's one of the best.
heck, that was a back-flip.
Merry Christmas to the Ritter family, and to everyone here on the Connection. Gathering with the family is the true importance in life.....this forum banter just helps ad some additional spice. [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]
Oh, the profit sharing checks are coming in the mail. Seems as though St. Nick is saving huge dollars on not having to buy Beeno for the normally methane "winding" team. He now has the elves constructing an alcohol distillery so he'll be even faster next year. Then he mumbled something about nitrous...oh, boy, here we go. [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]
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12-23-2005, 09:44 PM
#30
12-24-2005, 03:51 AM
The Night Before Christmas
Originally posted by: RickRitter
'Twas the night before Christmas ,
and all through the shop .
Not a machine was running,
the phone even stopped .
My tools were scattered ,
all about on the floor .
Between the cardboard boxes ,
I had a path to the door .
Down the hallway I walked ,
and with a flick of key .
I locked the place down ,
for tonight I was free .
As I walked to my home ,
a sound I did here .
It was up in the sky ,
and it was not a reindeer .
It was a worn out old two-stroke ,
jetted lean on the main .
The guy who was running it ,
must have been half insane .
The engine was pinging ,
all the RPM's he did squeeze .
" Easy there dude ,
That things going to seize !!"
Just as I thought this ,
the motor did blow .
Downward circles he spun ,
til he crashed in the snow .
I ran out to greet him ,
it was a heck of a crash .
He got up rather easy ,
although the front bumper was trash .
Politely I said ,
"can I help you I'm Rick "
He replied in in an instant ,
"Yes please , I'm St. Nick "
"The reindeer are home tonight ,
the folks at PETA said no .
They said it's far to cruel ,
to put a deer in the snow. "
"So I picked up a '95 scrambler,
for five hundred bucks .
The owner was late on his payments
on his new pick-up truck . "
"So quad I did hook,
to the front of my sleigh.
POS Polaris ,
it didn't make it half way !"
Upset at it he was,
he was still a jolly old elf .
His round little belly ,
kind of reminded me of myself.
To what was left of his bumper,
I hooked on a chain.
I towed him back to my shop ,
Then the radiator I drained .
Off with the head,
and off with the jug.
A thick coat of aluminum ,
was melted on to his plug .
Quickly did I bore,
and then hohn the jug .
I installed a 280 mainjet ,
and the 17 millimeter plug .
A brand new wiseco piston ,
and new gaskets too .
Back together went the motor ,
as he watched and drank my brew .
I pulled the rope starter ,
cause the button didn't work .
The motor fired up and idled ,
at a nice little perk .
We rolled it out side ,
hooked back onto his sleigh .
In the blink of an eye,
he was back on his way .
And I yelled to him ,
as he rode out of sight .
'BREAK IT IN EASY !!
IT'S BORED KIND OF TIGHT !!!! '
Merry Christmas from RcR
'Twas the night before Christmas ,
and all through the shop .
Not a machine was running,
the phone even stopped .
My tools were scattered ,
all about on the floor .
Between the cardboard boxes ,
I had a path to the door .
Down the hallway I walked ,
and with a flick of key .
I locked the place down ,
for tonight I was free .
As I walked to my home ,
a sound I did here .
It was up in the sky ,
and it was not a reindeer .
It was a worn out old two-stroke ,
jetted lean on the main .
The guy who was running it ,
must have been half insane .
The engine was pinging ,
all the RPM's he did squeeze .
" Easy there dude ,
That things going to seize !!"
Just as I thought this ,
the motor did blow .
Downward circles he spun ,
til he crashed in the snow .
I ran out to greet him ,
it was a heck of a crash .
He got up rather easy ,
although the front bumper was trash .
Politely I said ,
"can I help you I'm Rick "
He replied in in an instant ,
"Yes please , I'm St. Nick "
"The reindeer are home tonight ,
the folks at PETA said no .
They said it's far to cruel ,
to put a deer in the snow. "
"So I picked up a '95 scrambler,
for five hundred bucks .
The owner was late on his payments
on his new pick-up truck . "
"So quad I did hook,
to the front of my sleigh.
POS Polaris ,
it didn't make it half way !"
Upset at it he was,
he was still a jolly old elf .
His round little belly ,
kind of reminded me of myself.
To what was left of his bumper,
I hooked on a chain.
I towed him back to my shop ,
Then the radiator I drained .
Off with the head,
and off with the jug.
A thick coat of aluminum ,
was melted on to his plug .
Quickly did I bore,
and then hohn the jug .
I installed a 280 mainjet ,
and the 17 millimeter plug .
A brand new wiseco piston ,
and new gaskets too .
Back together went the motor ,
as he watched and drank my brew .
I pulled the rope starter ,
cause the button didn't work .
The motor fired up and idled ,
at a nice little perk .
We rolled it out side ,
hooked back onto his sleigh .
In the blink of an eye,
he was back on his way .
And I yelled to him ,
as he rode out of sight .
'BREAK IT IN EASY !!
IT'S BORED KIND OF TIGHT !!!! '
Merry Christmas from RcR