A poem about my 250es...

[atcmatt]

I was bored and got inspired by the other 3 wheeler poem so here it is...poems are fun to write :Bounce

The old 250 bigred will always serve me right
not letting me down where the scenery gets tight
Ill ride this big red rig till the day i die
if i said that i liked quads id be telling a lie
This old "tippy" trike will easily out mud
a brand new quad thats merely just as a dud

Fangin' into pools of mud really is no easy feat
but the red will pull through although she is beat
Never missing a stroke after 19 long years
being rolled by farmers after too many beers
The gearbox is sloppy and the clutch is worn
patched up tires and the seat is badly torn

The cam chain is rattely and has a trailprotrailprotrailprotrailpro load of play
the shaft drive is great, a modern marvel of its day
The ignition is shagged and is started with a blade
i solemly swear this must be the best ATV made!
The rims are bent and wobbly, the racks are full of rust
that rear single shock suspension is definately a must

The bars are so bent they look like the horn of a goat
i love this old rig and am not embarresed to gloat
Holes in her muffler and a smashed up head light
When i flat chat this rig im as high as a kite
The fenders are cracked and the footpegs bent
the old bigred kept on chugging...right over a tent

I love this bigred trike and she serves me justly
the thing is just ever reliable and downright trusty
Some day ill restore her, back to its former glory
there is so much rust tearing her down could get gorey
Nevertheless it'll happen one day, with some money and time
although im still content on hearing that big thumper chime...

The End

There ya go hope you enjoyed it....

Matt

[broook]

Good job Matt.

Now if you could come up with a poem for the one you restored!!!!!!!!! :TrikesOwn

[200xalltheway]

great poem :)

[smokinp]

good job! :TrikesOwn ;)

[Billy Golightly]

Hey that was pretty good matt!

[ATC crazy]

Ya...that was a great poem. I would write one...but poetry is just not my thing...

[MTS]

wow thats the best poem i have ever herd cool...drunk farmers lmao..

[200xBoy]

lol thats kicked ass no joke. here a song you should here its by Adam Sandler ''ode to my car'' well anyways they should make a 3 wheeler poem thing on this site just for poems. lol you should be the narator.

[atcmatt]

Thanks for all the kind words fellas...i like writing poetry and im kinda good at it, here is another poem i wrote not long ago about or trip away (shame my trike wasnt running)

Our Far West Trip

The Utes are all loaded, its 10 am, and we are on our way
Gundabooka here we come, were heading there for a holiday
Shopping for food in Mudgee, grabbing 3 trolleys full of grub
Don’t let the farmer out of the ute or he'll head to the pub
Hurry up no time to spare, we need to get there before dark
But with Farmer giving the orders there is no chance for such luck

Finally we get to Dubbo, Looking for a motorbike part
It’s the home town of Adam from where he will depart
Farmer drives to damn slow, we get several ks ahead
Stopping at a fuel station that sells good hot chips on bread
Ryan provides a dollar, lots of lollies for young Will
Good man, but are ya gonna pay for his dental bill?

That good old pub at Byrock, with goats horns on the wall
In that big gravel car park, we kids kicked round a football
The teams were, Me, Ryan, Will and Tim vs. Josh Sam and Linc
After we gave them a flogging their faces turned bright pink
Bourke was full of black fellas, but you couldn’t see em at night
It was their smile that would give them away and give you a fright

Shell at Bourke, the petrol station, was the place to be
To meet Adam and his 2 kids and the dog he has for company
The uhfs were all blaring, past that turnoff out from Bourke
If we accidentally went to Cobar, wouldn’t farmer look like a jerk?
Use a map and check the roads, a smart man did once say
It’s the road before that sign, everyone follow us this way

Farmer grabs a few 6 packs and drinks them one by one
Throwing cans out the window, he thought it was a lot of fun
A can can’t exit a closed window, its only common sense
Farmer found out the hard way, lucky they didn’t hit a fence
3 six packs and 8 pee stops later, we are drawing near
Kids are heaps excited, all Farmer wants is another beer

The white old gate is now in sight, cheers from all the cars
Nobody can believe it, but we have arrived here at last
Meeting everybody is something that must be done
Before the gear is unpacked for a morning full of fun
People, people everywhere, Adults, kids big and small
Everyone is smiling; they know this week is going to be a ball

Everything is unloaded, from food to hunting gear
The kids are all playing until little Tim sheds a tear
The camp fire is inviting, its warmth glowing in the dark
Then the damn thing starts smoking, the culprit is some bark
It’s getting late and everyone starts to head to their camps
I start to fall asleep at that last flicker of the lamps….

Up early the next morning, itching to go for a motorbike ride
Too chilly for some of them, they are really trying to hide
First we fix a tire, and then top them up with fresh fuel
The bikes start up, and warm up, till I get a spark plug tool
Flying along the dusty track the 3 motorbikes go
The riders bloody fingers could swear they were in some snow

The first day is over, as fast as you can blink an eye
As we all ride into camp, “how many pigs did you see” asks Di
Not a single pig on this first day came 3 disgusted replies
Riding makes one hungry have we got any meat pies?

They weren’t meat pies, but the camp feeds were good
Cooking up some food whenever anyone could

The next few days came and went with little or no sign of pigs
Only one mob was spotted, but we were happy riding our rigs
A mother emu and 2 chicks were spotted way out on a plain
As soon as they were spotted the motorbikes copped a cane
Long mud flats gave the feeling you were on the moon,
Although you weren’t really they were still good for a hoon

One night while sitting in camp the mighty hunter arrived
Across the road he had spotted 2 pigs, of which none survived
He was quite the happy man, content with his prize
We were all stoked, some happy some surprised
While eating breakfast, he saw a cat and shot it that morning
Arrow through the chest to finish him off and that day wasn’t boring

The week had passed, wed had our fun but it was time to pack it in
Bags in the Ute, trailer loaded and all the rubbish in a bin
We were off to a TSR to camp for the night, we camped near a rehab
An Aboriginal one at that, nobody was happy but Ryan thought it was fab
That night we all slept well, and were off in the morning again
Off to Carinda, pig country at its best, but all it did was rain.

We left there the very next day, in order to beat the rest of the rain
The road felt fine so we headed off with everything to gain
15ks out of Town, we got as bogged as bogged can be
That was kind of good cause I really needed to pee
Sometime later everything was free, it certainly was no easy feat
Staying at the pub was fun and they sold good stuff to eat

It was now back to Rylstone, which is nowhere near the coast
We were planning to leave after a big breakfast of cereal and toast
Bellies full, it was now time to head off, we packed up all our things
Going down the dead straight road wondering what next year brings

Hope you understood most of our aussie lingo... :D

Matt

[TrikerR]

i do matt and thats bloody awesome

[Pistonhead]

Those are great poems man, The one about the big red pretty much tells the story of our old big reds! The bars on my old 82 were bent back like that, but in -40 weather when all of the quads were pulled in or pull started, the old red still started up like nothing.

[Fox250R]

LOL Thats awesome guys! Good job!! ;)