Oh hey there, Chicopee,
Don’t cha remember me?
Dad and I rode on your trails,
Read this post for the details.
With the Zombie Camels, we’ve returned.
Back to the woods, for which my heart yearned.
We started our ride from the Left Nut brewery,
With much laughter, antics, and tom-foolery.
Vroom, vroom, we sped
Down to the trailhead.
There we picked up the rest of our group,
Making ourselves a rather large troupe.
We rolled out riding Tortoise first.
At the intersection, we dispersed.
The fast group left by going right.
Soon after, they were out of sight.
The slower riders split in two,
Dad led the group with just a few.
Only John, Jeff, Dad, and me
Bombed down Village trail with glee
Up Red Tail, Dad rode strong,
Far behind, I chugged along.
Next, we rode to Confusion Corner via White Tail.
Best be careful here, lest your sense of direction fail.
We continued on White Tail, only half-way round,
til we hopped on Flying Squirrel, a biker’s playground.
On Flying Squirrel I broke
a metal tire spoke.
Down White Tail to the creek crossing
Up Granny Climb, gears were dropping.
Finally we rode Tortoise out,
Seventeen miles, give a shout!