Christmas in July -- by Nolan Ballew

On Michelin, On Vesrah, On Motul, On Traxxion
On Army, On Neighbor, On Dixie, On Action
The green flag dropped and away what a flurry
The slipping of clutches, the sound and the fury
They charged every corner
Each hour a hurry
Some riders clean shaven some bearded and furry
T'wards the end of it all was a rider in black
A wee little thing
With a heart on its back
Inside and outside and spinning on axis
She tip toed past Vesrah and slid past the Maxxis
Leaning in corners to left and to right
There goes William Lindsay
Those leathers are tight!
Just as soon as it started, it came to a stop
Some riders just tired some ready to drop
A tall man approached and extended his hand
"You rode very well, your finish is grand!"
"Why Thank you dear Tray, I made many a pass"
"I rode my hardest, used plenty of gas"
"My biggest regret is our second in class and I've worn my toe sliders
"down kicking your ass!"