'Twas the tag before Christmas, when all through the Manawatu Not a rider was stirring, not even an Owl; The bikes were parked in the shed with care, In hopes of better weather and nice still air; The bikers were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of curvy roads did dance in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had j...
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