To See or Not to See

To See or Not to See

The gods of the Jura looked kindly on 8 brave souls last night.
No rain. No clouds. No freezing cold. Good gravy, holy moly, what a night !

No way, you say...but it was true. The weather it was great.
but missile man was holding up the show so we were a little late,
but not by much, the usual suspects were on time so... great.

So finally at ten past six we set off on our rides
it proved to be a long way up and an extensive night
and so on to the mountain top did 8 brave souls to fight

and on the way we met some others who were just the fools we are
we must have been 'bout twenty fools who would prefer a car
cos in case I didn't I mention it, but that barillette's a fuckAr

some of us were so pumped up they bragged about their balls
"my seats like that, cause they're so big" said one with lots of gall
well, 5 minutes later where the hell were they, those big balls of this big fella?
well I reckon they were never there or at most, just full of air!

With bikes on show, bravado, the only way was up,
into the trees and over stream and always always UP
and as you know that barillette, it is a crazy climb,
it brought some of us to our knees and even made us whine

so with sweat upon our brows and our armpits kind of stinky
we arrived at the top and would have liked to start with something kinky
with the "barmaid of nice breasts" who was looking very slinky!

well that was Claudes idea, and the Missiles, and all others
you can believe that for that idea we were ALL very much brothers

a fondue and some fendant and things were just quite fine
we were quite good, we did not abuse and did not drink much wine
but just imagine if jo 3 decis had been there to shout out 'more' and 'more'
we would have heard that shout of his, three times 'elle est morT'

so after we had ogled, and drunk and ate and laughed
we had to put our clothes back on and hope we wouldnt have
to pick our selves up from the dirt with twigs and dirt and stuff
from having gone head over heels and landed with a 'UFFF'

cos if i didnt mention it, we went back down with lights,
well some of us had lights and some of us had LIGHTS
and some of us just had some stuff that gave off a little beam
of sort of light that was not quite the stuff to make you dream,
well unless of course it makes you dream cos you ran out of luck
because you bashed your brains out cause you forgot to duck
because you had no light, you see and you were one dumb fuck!! (sorry couldnt resist that !!!)

so down we went and in two groups we drifted on and on
as some of us could see quite well and others not so good
but even those that had good lights had lost their sense of how
to ride a bike at night down hill... Well deary "let it flow."

The blinding light of 700 francs was of no help that night
as teeny little beams of light that others had for sight
but I admit it was quite steep and for those that went quite fast
you have to kind of wonder sometimes, exactly how they last
they let go their brakes, and go quite fast, all this to have a blast
its quite a wonder that more often they dont have to wear a cast

well jean mi almost broke his bike and cursed and did his best
to see without a light last night was surely quite a test.
he bashed his bike and brains as well and you can surely see,
that he could not perceive that well, the roots that WE could. See?

his bike it was not working, hmmm, his ride was coming apart
I think quite soon he will go and buy the thing he needs, a part
as well as some doodads that help you see in the dark
cos next time we will leave him in the quiet of a park

as I said, it was dark and quiet and as we rode the night
with dark in the sky, jean mi almost died from fright
as a chamois jumped right out something quite like a shark
as if its butt had been touched hard by a very red hot spark

and on we went, through path and trail and onwards ever down
we ride at night, with or without a light, to never have a frown
and with much jostling and laughing we did come out on the road
and left the woods and trees that night but our minds were still offroad

The balls of that young fella and his yellow shirted friend,
did grow last night and now it may become a trend
because with the tiny lights you see, they only saw a bit,
but managed to keep up with us, the ones that saw well lit

So here ends the tale of 8 brave souls and you may come to see
that if you want to bike at night you should probably be able to see
by having lights that shine, my friends, and not ones that just glow
and so next time you'll be prepared to have another go !