ode to ice racing

o, ice racing, you make my heart sing
as the tufts of powder mist across my wing
i'm happy my toyos weren't classed as super snows
and you bet i'm wearing bergelene underneath all my clothes

it may be a tad chilly, sunny but only twenty
i would usually complain, but smiles they are a-plenty
i won't wind up on my butt cause i always wear yak trax
and i'm never without my iced coffee and plentiful bags o'snacks

so fun to ride along with kz, nutz, or james
and shoot the breeze with brenton (hey, i miss those flames!)
so great of our pal steve to bring us bagels from nyc
but i hate walking all the way up to that condo just to pee

gathering around to watch stan jr show how to wave the flag
i plot my course to get DFL (dude, it's in the bag).
watching sean get the tail end loose, doing it trunkmonkey style
i'll hang around to talk and work the practice course for a little while

i remember my first year, i was like, wtf, i'm on a lake??
but by now it's nothing special, and i'm all about left foot brake
it's fun to learn and practice when to use countersteer
if i can avoid high-centering in those banks, i think i'm in the clear

the day flies by and when the sun's on the way down
everyone rolls off the lake and heads to get pizza out in town
stories to be told, so many pictures and video clips
humor's in the air, especially the jacksons' quips

so the bad news is we only got one race for the season
but to all you whiners out there, i really see no reason
it was a great event and we've got nothing to fear
the lake's not going anywhere - see you all next year!