KZ1000R Christmas Special 2015.


Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,
There was nada happenin’, now that's pretty bad.
The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the "82" Replica would soon make the scene.


With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,
My girl and I crashed on the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door and pulled on my Joe Rocket jacket.


I saw a large bro’ on a "83" 1000R
Wearin’ Green leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).
He hauled up the bars on that bikeful of sacks,
And that Superbike hit the roof like it was running on tracks.


I couldn’t help gawking, the old guy had class.
But I had to go in — I was freezing my ass.
Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,
And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.


With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my Clone.
He patted her Butt and shook my right hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.


From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,
As that 2 inch comp baffle ripped the silence asunder.
With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,
Shouting, “Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!”

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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