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GalaxyBlue

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Here is my Christmas verse to all:

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the garages

Not a motorcycle was rumbling,

Except for Santa Clause's.

The leather was hung in the closet with care,

In hopes that nice weather soon would be there.

Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers,

With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.

Momma in her bandana and I my skull cap,

We had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble,

I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear.

With one jolly rider so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.

He was dressed all in Leather, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot.

A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back.

Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

After giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign,

As they all cracked their throttles and got into line.

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph and Indian,

On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory.

Then I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight:

Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Thank you and Everyone have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

 
Here is my Christmas verse to all:

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the garages

Not a motorcycle was rumbling,

Except for Santa Clause's.

The leather was hung in the closet with care,

In hopes that nice weather soon would be there.

Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers,

With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.

Momma in her bandana and I my skull cap,

We had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble,

I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear.

With one jolly rider so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.

He was dressed all in Leather, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot.

A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back.

Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

After giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign,

As they all cracked their throttles and got into line.

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph and Indian,

On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory.

Then I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight:

Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Thank you and Everyone have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!
Nice touch and effort; same to you and your loved ones

Alfredo

 
Here is my Christmas verse to all:

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the garages

Not a motorcycle was rumbling,

Except for Santa Clause's.

The leather was hung in the closet with care,

In hopes that nice weather soon would be there.

Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers,

With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.

Momma in her bandana and I my skull cap,

We had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble,

I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear.

With one jolly rider so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.

He was dressed all in Leather, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot.

A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back.

Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

After giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign,

As they all cracked their throttles and got into line.

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph and Indian,

On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory.

Then I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight:

Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Thank you and Everyone have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!
Hey jackass...Is this what you looked like when you "Sprung from your bed and started to grumble?" You sure look grumbly here:

AdamHotel.jpg


AND I thought I had deleted that picture. Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha...

Have a merry Christmas dude. Call if you are driving through or anything.

HRZ

 
Here is my Christmas verse to all:

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the garages

Not a motorcycle was rumbling,

Except for Santa Clause's.

The leather was hung in the closet with care,

In hopes that nice weather soon would be there.

Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers,

With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.

Momma in her bandana and I my skull cap,

We had just settled down for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn, arose such a rumble,

I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear.

With one jolly rider so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.

He was dressed all in Leather, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot.

A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back.

Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger aside of his nose,

After giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign,

As they all cracked their throttles and got into line.

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph and Indian,

On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha and Victory.

Then I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight:

Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Thank you and Everyone have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!
Hey jackass...Is this what you looked like when you "Sprung from your bed and started to grumble?" You sure look grumbly here:

AdamHotel.jpg


AND I thought I had deleted that picture. Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha...

Have a merry Christmas dude. Call if you are driving through or anything.

HRZ
Well HRZ, your picture of Adam is certainly better than my picture of him the next morning, through the open window. In my pic, you can't tell where GalaxyBlue ends and Patch308 starts! jes' sayin'

 
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Haha...I have a picture like that too. It's not pretty, and I'm saving it for a rainy day! The things alcohol will make a man do!

 
Brother Russ, It was a hundred times worse in person; trust me on this, absolutely hideous! Los Tres Borrachos (The Three Drunks-GB/HRZ/P308) pounded on Big-D and Papa Chuy's door at 3 fecking AM in the morning, blitzed out of their minds and blathering like the "World's Greatest Idiots"! They paid the price, en Manana!!

 
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Brother Russ, It was a hundred times worse in person; trust me on this, absolutely hideous! Los Tres Borrachos (The Three Drunks-GB/HRZ/P308) pounded on Big-D and Papa Chuy's door at 3 fecking AM in the morning, blitzed out of their minds and blathering like the "World's Greatest Idiots"! They paid the price, en Manana!!
Paid en Manana?!!! HELL, WE PAID WHEN YOU GUYS OPENED THE DAMNED DOOR CUDDLED UP TOGETHER IN TIGHTY WHITIES!!! Ooops, sorry, I'd make this post longer, but I have to make my therapy session...i've been going ever since that incident.

 
Yee Gads!!!!

Can we at least get a NSFW warning? I know pretty soon Patch will somehow be shown.

Zilla was tellin' me he heard some rather disturbing noises in the bushes at SWFog this year.

 
Yee Gads!!!!

Can we at least get a NSFW warning? I know pretty soon Patch will somehow be shown.

Zilla was tellin' me he heard some rather disturbing noises in the bushes at SWFog this year.
Hey! Those "disturbing noises" were coming from Dolly who, after one too many drinks, dissapeared into the underbrush with none other than HRZ! It was all tears and "I'll never drink again"s coming from Dolly after that, but none of us got the whole story. Oh, and if you ask nicely I just MIGHT show a little "patch".

 
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