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Rubicon Rogues - September 25, 2009 Print E-mail
Written by Lawrence Borgens   
Friday, 25 September 2009 06:48

Mojave Desert

The following story was written by Neil MacDannald, who passed away on July 15th, 2008.  It speaks of his joy of riding and satisfaction of a days ride with friends.  The next time you see a shooting star know that it is Neil just "roosting" in Heaven...

 

"Rubicon Rogues"

True story by Neil R. MacDannald

 

***

To our trails we come back, though it's not for a lack, of other things to do; The adrenaline will pour, as your muscles grow sore, And your mind is born again new.

A days hard ride, with friends at your side, Makes one feel happy, tired, and free; When I get back, and finally hit the sack, I'm always happy I'm me.

***

 

Rubicon Trail:

 

This day we had picked, knowing our bikes would get nicked,

the legendary Rubicon Trail to ride;

Some fail to return, as we would soon learn, We started, friends side by side;

 

The air was quite cold, we rode hard we rode bold, Over the rocks,

boulders, and shale;

We rode down this path, and realized it's wrath, This is a very difficult trail;

 

As it started to rain, not one would complain,

There was too much fun to be had;

We should have turned-round, rain started to pound, I guess we're just crazy a tad;

 

From the sky came hail, as we rode that trail,

That horribly tough rocky trail;

But no one turned, though all were concerned, That to get back we might fail;

 

Colder it got, but we're a tough lot,

I thought as it started to snow;

Colder still colder, with snow on my shoulder, And the wind started to blow;

 

We stopped our troop, just to re-group,

We sheltered under a tree;

The storm raged, “an all nighter" I gauged, As it hammered my friends and me;

 

“Just another mile”, I said with a smile,

And fired RMX my venerable steed;

One said “Wait!! It is getting real late, And I've crashed and started to bleed”;

 

Then he cranked up his ride, and stood by its side...

You see of unwritten code he did think;

“I can make this ride”, he said with great pride, Even though he was on the brink;

 

Half Way Point:

 

At shelter halfway, I was heard to say,

“Let's eat, and check our bikes”;

Our return would be slow, through wind driven snow, I wished our tires had spikes;

 

I was chilled to the bone, but I was not alone,

And the daylight quickly passed;

It need not be said, we all knew and we dread, This cold night could be our last;

 

One began to pout, as we started out,

But no one really could blame;

All knew it was far, back to the car, and a hot meal by the fire's flame;

 

The going was rough, even our best had it tough,

And wind drove the cold like a spike;

One of us crashed, when offered food stashed, He just cursed and restarted his bike;

 

Below the big hill, I sat with a chill,

It was miles back to our camp;

"Go on past, and I'll ride up last", I said as I sat there all damp;

 

Everyone helped push, as we climbed through the slush,

And cheered when we crested the hill!;

But the mood turned grim, as we gazed round the rim, We had many miles to ride still;

 

The cold wind and snow, made it difficult to go, Our group being torn apart;

Running motors hard, we fought for each yard,

Lighting hitting within sight;

 

Still with more hills, we had no more spills, I prayed for the safety of our troop;

We finally made camp, and pushed up the loading ramp, Our bikes in the back of the truck;

Wow what a feat, while beginning to eat, On our side we had plenty of luck;

 

Of riders with less will, we hear stories still,

They begin but they do not return;

We just ate our hot meal, and spoke of that hill, And watched the warm fires burn;

 

As we drove down, and headed toward town,

I reflected on our trip;

To come home I was lucky, riding gear all mucky, I offer this tip;

 

Be yourself and have fun, in the rain or the sun,

Enjoy beauty and just smile;

Support your friends, be true to all ends, And your life will be full and worthwhile;

 

***

 

To our trails we come back, though it's not for a lack, of other things to do; the adrenaline will pour, as your muscles grow sore, And your mind is born again new;

A days hard ride, with friends at your side, Makes one feel happy, tired, and free; When I get back, and finally hit the sack, I'm always happy I'm me.

 

True story.

 

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