Jason Burchett
The Wreck
On a warm Saturday we headed out
Accelerated up the trail real fast
The dust flew everywhere with out a doubt
Had to keep up for I could not be last
Ripping through the forest we all went
Cut across the hill I tumbled down
My hip my arm my bike my pride all spent
The bike lay hundred feet down on the ground
As I pushed I felt an awful POP!
They winched and pulled a quarter of the day
They finally got it up upon the top
This was not a satisfying delay
Bouncing down the trail it was such a sight
I think I’ll have a Tylenol tonight
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