Tale of the crash test dummy
By “THE STROKER”
The 360 needed a run so Terry got it out of trailer
He’s done some work on the carby and such but the throttle was still known to stick
He put on some lube to free it all up but wasn't sure if it would be a failure
So, he thought with a glint in his eye, get someone else to go try it
Send out Chris , he‘ll have a go, he’s fast and he knows how to ride
Do a few laps and give it some stick but don’t mention the carby is shit
Chris does some laps and the bikes good and fast
But something just isn’t right
He thought the throttle stuck once or twice
But not enough to give him a fright
That’s ok thought Terry shell’ be right
One more test should do it
Send in a crash test dummy to give it a run
The carby’s all good and if he survives that will prove it.
Should we use the “stig” or someone much faster?
To ride the bike feared by all
I know said Terry I’ve got the man I think we should send in Paul
So Paul don’s the helmet the gloves and the gear
And mount’s the bike with its own mind
She all good says Terry, ready to go, but maybe a carby issue of some kind
Paul cruises the first lap to get the feel and get himself into the grove
Smooth though the corners and over the bumps
Another smooth lap, we’re all good here, nothing to prove
Then down the back straight things started to change
He got some speed up and he’s starting to fly
The throttle has stuck and he’s out of control
And we all hear his anguished cry
The end of the straight is coming and Paul‘s hanging on,
We all think he’s going too fast
He grabs for the brakes he drops down the gears
And has thoughts of his leg in a cast
So the crash test dummy does what he must
Cause this bikes possessed by the devil
He throws out the anchors and jumps off the back
And lands in a huge could of dust.
Shit says Terry I hope it’s all right, the bike I mean not the dummy
Paul picks himself up and checks out the damage and no Terry I don’t think it’s funny
Grass stains and big bruises and skin off his hands where he bounced off some of the rocks
Next time Terry ride your own bloody bike and crash it yourself
Now, I’m off to go burn my jocks
