Limericks!
Comes the Long Riders down from the North,
Our saddle bags packed to set forth,
With credit in hand;
We're a merry old band,
Passing cagers for all we are worth.
And our brethren from out in the West,
In their boots, gloves, and jackets they're dressed,
Though a bit of a haul,
In the saddle they're tall,
Keeping only their leathers distressed.
From the Heartland more riders depart,
Navigating by map and by chart,
They'll make Richmond no doubt,
Although scattered about,
Checking in, a bit a la carte.
From jolly old England we hear,
Comes the blokes that we hold very dear,
And we'll only complain,
Should they leave the right lane,
Otherwise we'll have nothing to fear.
Of course there's our friendly Canucks
With their handsome physiques and good looks,
And their endless good cheer,
Plus the water (and beer!)
Though they're often found lost in their books.
No doubt there'll be wind and wet weather,
And the heat may be hard on the leather,
But The South doth insist,
That the throttle we twist,
So in Dixie we'll all be together.
See news and photos of the 2008 ride.
