'Twas the night before Friday, when all through northern VA,
Not a singletrack trail was dry, and all mountain bikers were MIA.
But it was a crisp cold eve, and the roads were clear,
XXL mounted skinny-tire steeds, to spread some good cheer.
DC Tony would host, a risky team decision,
At the Shed or on the streets, dismemberment seems the mission.
But forge ahead we did, with the wind chill in the teens,
We were all bundled up, Simona with her man-purse and jeans.
When on the Mount Vernon Trail, there arose such a chatter,
Grumpy commuters were yelling, "Hey, what is the matter?!"
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| Jinglespeed |
Our lights, how they shone! Our voices, how merry!
Our noses were red, from cold, not sherry!
Faster than penguins, six miles we flew,
From the start of the WOD to Hains Point with our crew.
Now Bandit! now MOBL! now Czech Chick and Cookie!
On Steve-O! on Simon! on Atlantis and Brettski!
Then it was off to the hill, no one we would drop,
All needed to be present, we had a Capitol tree photo op.
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| The Capitol Tree |
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"Eastern Market!" exclaims Tony, "it's only a mile!"
We were keenly aware, there wouldn't be sustenance for a while.
We sang and we laughed, riding DC streets without fear,
Eastern Market had promise, the promise of beer.
H Street next stop, the streets were a-glitter,
Atlas District, Argonaut, was our destination for dinner.
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| New team helmets |
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No DC ride could be considered at all complete,
Without a turn 'round Dupont Circle, a death defying feat.
Late was the hour, and tired were we,
Especially Gregg, for a hybrid brought he.
We sprang to our bikes, and gave out a whistle,
We all flew away like the down of a thistle.
But you could hear us exclaim, 'ere we rode out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, DC Tony, you're all right!!"
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| Christmas Caroling, XXL Style |
