Originally Posted by velocity

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful crit
That started on a long assed straight
Aboard some up right bikes were the Knave and Hip

The first lap was a warm up and the Knave could not be more fit
And jump right out in front of the man named Hip
The Hip got all anxious and started up an attack
And the Knave got mad and hard fought back
This went on for 3 more laps
3 more laps
The air was very still
And people stood and stared at the thrill
And soon the Knave and Hip came to the Hill
Sitting back in their seats they peddled to and froe
Through switch backs and hair pin turns it was a long row to hoe
No one was to be pulled it was the front they need
And all through the last 2 straights it had to be the front
the front indeed!
Then with a turn of one last corner the clacking started to happen
There was thunder and no one was to be caught nappin
They fought hard they fought well
Who would be the first to cross the line and to tell the tale?
And in a rage the Hip pulled his pump
And jammed it in to the Knave’s spokes and sent him to his rump
There was a huge cloud of dust
And when it cleared as the crowd watched with fear
The Knave got up and walked away without looking not even a leer
He kept on walking and no one has seen him
And all that is left?
Just the crying of Hip and his ill gotten win