THE (HUSKY) NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The bikes were all parked in the garage with care, In hopes that our ice studs soon would be there; The riders were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of stoppies danced in their heads; And mamma in her Shift socks, and I in my Thor, Had just settled down and started to snore, When out on the lawn there arose such a BRAAAP! I sprang from the bed and tripped over some crap. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should I see, But a new Husqvarna, a 250 TE ! With a quick bearded rider, I mean, Holy Moley ! I thought for a moment it must be Norm Foley. More rapid than eagles his Two-stroke, it came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called out some names; "Hey, Coffee! Hey, Ruwfo! And Joe Chod and Drew! Hey Woodschick! Rajobigguy! You Husky T, you! Over the whoops and up To the top of the hill! Now give it some throttle! Yeah! What a thrill !" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with some knobbies, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the Husky it flew, With a mighty roar and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a second, I heard over my head The sound of a kickstand and Alpinestar tread. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in red gear, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all muddy and covered with soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His goggles were steamed up, his gloves were all killed, (He said he’d get dry ones when he stopped off at a shop named Bills!) He took off his helmet, and gave me a shrug, When he saw he’d tracked dirt all across our new rug. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;I offered him cookies, but he said he’d pass;He’d rather have Spectro and a tank full of gas, He filled all the stockings with wonderful shit,But just left the Trellies, ‘cause they wouldn’t fit.He left Husky parts, Camelbacks, blue and yellow new gear,Spacers and sprockets, and dampeners to steer! Chain guides and bar mounts and cool DVDs Of enduros and WECs and ISDEs !And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his bike, ready to go, And away he flew with huge roost of snow. But I heard him exclaim, ere he wheelied out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
i like it i like a lot and a very merry and much happiness to all even those of US myself included [ yep i joined up] biforumed peopole lol hope MY 014 is kicka$$ 4U
Happy Holidays to all… I don't do much social media stuff, but the Café is a daily mainstay. Another year has gone by and I have enjoyed the camaraderie available here. No matter how bad your day is going one can count on finding worldwide support for the sport we enjoy without all the bashing that makes me tired. Looking forward to a new year that will certainly be entertaining and thought provoking with the usual top shelf Café style… All the best to you and yours…hold them close.
That was awesome. Had me smiling all the way through. Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to all our Husky brothers & sisters.
During this Holiday time please take some time out and give a thought and care about those less fortunate.....they ride Orange bikes and forgive them for they know not what they do.
Gotta ask you guys a question, in the old days every one said Merry Christmas. Now its Happy Holidays-how come
Saw a sign at a real tree farm where you cut your own and the sign said christmas trees $5 a foot, Holiday Trees $10 a foot....Owner of tree farm said he had not sold 1 Holiday tree yet!
