It’s become a bit of a tradition here at CMG for Mark to add a bit of brightness to the shortest days of the year with a little Christmas poem. Of course, all of us here wish each of you and your families good health and prosperity no matter what you choose to celebrate.
It came upon a midnight clear
It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious sound of old:
The revving of an inline-four,
A bike starting up in the cold.
Pistons are pumping, the valves are well tuned,
The engine is ready to go.
But the riding’s not fine when it reads minus-nine
And the roads are all covered in snow.
Still in the frozen air it runs,
Its idle steady and smooth.
Its rider will fight against winter’s cold bite,
And its tires are warm and well grooved.
But where to ride, where not to slide
On roads that are slick now with ice?
There’s nowhere to visit, we’ll just have to miss it,
The garage will have to suffice.
This is the challenge of every year
For riders who just want to ride.
With Covid it’s worse, it’s like we’ve been cursed
And forced now to lay up inside.
There are movies to watch, and books we can read
And magazines, print and online.
But we cannot replace the warm wind in our face
With a video post on FortNine.
So we dress for the winter and start up the bike
And hear its engine sing,
And we stay safe inside, where we know we can hide
For three months till the start of the spring.
And then we’ll ride out on roads that are clear,
not covered with salt or with sand.
And we’ll recall our passion with leather-clad fashion,
On two wheels, all over the land.
No virus for us! With fresh air and distance
Our bikes will be safe in our bubble.
We’ll keep Covid at bay as we ride fast away
From the spreaders that get us in trouble.
But that’s in the spring, and winter comes first.
From salt and from ice our bikes hide.
And when there’s no snow, we’ll be ready to go
With Canada Moto Guide.