Happy Birthday to Me
03-05-2004, 04:08 PM
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Happy Birthday to Me
The sky was dark
The clouds were grey
She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
To celebrate your day"
I thought that a grand idea
And thus began to load
The Magnificent-7
For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
Sandwiches and sodas
In a chest to keep them cool
"We'll have some fun
While the girls are at school"
A rockin' and rollin'
And slidin' along
Some slick muddy trails
Not too far from home
A picnic by the creek
And to my great surprise
She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
It was just the right size
Then I heard a great rumbling
And I knew right away
I'd have to make like a bear
In the woods on this, my day
And so I found the potty trail
Like many more before me
And there I found the perfect spot
To squat and hug a tree
More wheeling! Said I
Let's see what adventures await
Down past the old homeplace
I hope there's no gate!
New tires - with tread!
Made for low speed fun
Went much better than those drag slicks
Which for too long I had run
And more altitude, too
I'd had for two weeks
To make enough room
For those gnarly new meats
And there on that fine trail
Was the test I'd been thinking
Would make or break this day
Were we swimming or were we sinking?
It was ooey and gooey
A sloppy rutted out mess
It was long and steep
And went ‘round a curve, no less
Slow in 4–low we'll go
As far as we can
Which wasn't too far
Let's hit it again
"More wheel speed!" Said I,
"To clean out the tires"
But at the same spot
We once again mired
Twas a well placed rock
Right there in the rut
That prevented forward motion
And it gnawed at my gut
Sure, I could winch it
And explore further on
But I'll not give up, yet
Not til my gas is all gone!
So I hit it again
More revs! Another gear!
Sawtooth the fronts!
Lock up the rear!
Again and again
I tried different lines
I tried different angles
I was caught in a bind
And then on try six
Or maybe seven or eight
I crested the rock
With the front, but wait
Will the back end follow?
Or will it face defeat?
Of course it will go-
For just a few more feet
But the battle's not over
Here's another tough spot
But I'm here to give it
Everything that I've got
And soon we were past it
And we traveled afar
Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
She had on the grab bar!
What a great memory
This day's already become
And we still have dinner plans
With my dad and my mom.
Mark Carroll
March 5, 2004.
The clouds were grey
She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
To celebrate your day"
I thought that a grand idea
And thus began to load
The Magnificent-7
For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
Sandwiches and sodas
In a chest to keep them cool
"We'll have some fun
While the girls are at school"
A rockin' and rollin'
And slidin' along
Some slick muddy trails
Not too far from home
A picnic by the creek
And to my great surprise
She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
It was just the right size
Then I heard a great rumbling
And I knew right away
I'd have to make like a bear
In the woods on this, my day
And so I found the potty trail
Like many more before me
And there I found the perfect spot
To squat and hug a tree
More wheeling! Said I
Let's see what adventures await
Down past the old homeplace
I hope there's no gate!
New tires - with tread!
Made for low speed fun
Went much better than those drag slicks
Which for too long I had run
And more altitude, too
I'd had for two weeks
To make enough room
For those gnarly new meats
And there on that fine trail
Was the test I'd been thinking
Would make or break this day
Were we swimming or were we sinking?
It was ooey and gooey
A sloppy rutted out mess
It was long and steep
And went ‘round a curve, no less
Slow in 4–low we'll go
As far as we can
Which wasn't too far
Let's hit it again
"More wheel speed!" Said I,
"To clean out the tires"
But at the same spot
We once again mired
Twas a well placed rock
Right there in the rut
That prevented forward motion
And it gnawed at my gut
Sure, I could winch it
And explore further on
But I'll not give up, yet
Not til my gas is all gone!
So I hit it again
More revs! Another gear!
Sawtooth the fronts!
Lock up the rear!
Again and again
I tried different lines
I tried different angles
I was caught in a bind
And then on try six
Or maybe seven or eight
I crested the rock
With the front, but wait
Will the back end follow?
Or will it face defeat?
Of course it will go-
For just a few more feet
But the battle's not over
Here's another tough spot
But I'm here to give it
Everything that I've got
And soon we were past it
And we traveled afar
Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
She had on the grab bar!
What a great memory
This day's already become
And we still have dinner plans
With my dad and my mom.
Mark Carroll
March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:11 PM
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Re: Happy Birthday to Me
You're a poet and don't know it.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
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TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:11 PM
#3
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Re: Happy Birthday to Me
You're a poet and don't know it.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:11 PM
#4
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Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
You're a poet and don't know it.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
><snip>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:20 PM
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Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday!
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:20 PM
#6
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday!
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:20 PM
#7
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday!
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
That's a good one...
Mike
86/00 CJ7 Laredo, 33x9.5 BFG Muds, 'glass nose to tail in '00
88 Cherokee 235 BFG AT's
TrailMarker wrote:
>
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went ‘round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4–low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:55 PM
#8
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:55 PM
#9
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.
03-05-2004, 04:55 PM
#10
Guest
Posts: n/a
Re: Happy Birthday to Me
Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.
my luck had run out along with my gas
when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
-Brian
"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
: The sky was dark
: The clouds were grey
: She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
: To celebrate your day"
:
: I thought that a grand idea
: And thus began to load
: The Magnificent-7
: For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
:
: Sandwiches and sodas
: In a chest to keep them cool
: "We'll have some fun
: While the girls are at school"
:
: A rockin' and rollin'
: And slidin' along
: Some slick muddy trails
: Not too far from home
:
: A picnic by the creek
: And to my great surprise
: She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
: It was just the right size
:
: Then I heard a great rumbling
: And I knew right away
: I'd have to make like a bear
: In the woods on this, my day
:
: And so I found the potty trail
: Like many more before me
: And there I found the perfect spot
: To squat and hug a tree
:
: More wheeling! Said I
: Let's see what adventures await
: Down past the old homeplace
: I hope there's no gate!
:
: New tires - with tread!
: Made for low speed fun
: Went much better than those drag slicks
: Which for too long I had run
:
: And more altitude, too
: I'd had for two weeks
: To make enough room
: For those gnarly new meats
:
: And there on that fine trail
: Was the test I'd been thinking
: Would make or break this day
: Were we swimming or were we sinking?
:
: It was ooey and gooey
: A sloppy rutted out mess
: It was long and steep
: And went 'round a curve, no less
:
: Slow in 4-low we'll go
: As far as we can
: Which wasn't too far
: Let's hit it again
:
: "More wheel speed!" Said I,
: "To clean out the tires"
: But at the same spot
: We once again mired
:
: Twas a well placed rock
: Right there in the rut
: That prevented forward motion
: And it gnawed at my gut
:
: Sure, I could winch it
: And explore further on
: But I'll not give up, yet
: Not til my gas is all gone!
:
: So I hit it again
: More revs! Another gear!
: Sawtooth the fronts!
: Lock up the rear!
:
: Again and again
: I tried different lines
: I tried different angles
: I was caught in a bind
:
: And then on try six
: Or maybe seven or eight
: I crested the rock
: With the front, but wait
:
: Will the back end follow?
: Or will it face defeat?
: Of course it will go-
: For just a few more feet
:
: But the battle's not over
: Here's another tough spot
: But I'm here to give it
: Everything that I've got
:
: And soon we were past it
: And we traveled afar
: Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
: She had on the grab bar!
:
: What a great memory
: This day's already become
: And we still have dinner plans
: With my dad and my mom.
:
:
: Mark Carroll
: March 5, 2004.