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by Dan Hartman

What a bummer. Minnesota Winter is here, and the riding season is over for at least six months. I got my new bike at the end of October. This gave me only one good weekend to ride. Now it’s packed away for the winter. The battery is out and stored in the basement, and there is Sta-bil in the gas. Oh well, what can you do?

You can get in the spirit of the Holiday Season. It’s a great time of the year. I have written a song just for us motorcycle enthusiasts. Sing it at parties with your friends–you know, sing-a-longs. Maybe if we sing loud enough April will come sooner.

“M.M.M.’s Twelve Days of Christmas”

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a new ’97 Road King.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two fresh tires and a new ’97 Road King.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three cases of oil, two fresh tires and a new ’97 Road King.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four pairs of Levi’s, three cases of oil, two fresh tires and a new ’97 Road King.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five days at Sturgis, four pairs of Levi’s…oh, you know…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six nights at Daytona, five days at Sturgis…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven muscle T-shirts, six nights at Daytona…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight hundred dollars for a Road Crafter (with all the accessories), seven muscle T-shirts…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me size nine riding boots, eight hundred dollars…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten fingers on my new gloves, size nine boots…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven thousand miles in 1997, ten fingers on my gloves…and a new ’97 Road King.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me a twelve month riding season, eleven thousand miles, ten fingers on my gloves, size nine boots, eight hundred dollars, seven muscle T-shirts, six nights at Daytona, five days at Sturgis, four pairs of Levi’s, three cases of oil, two fresh tires and a new ’97 Road King.

I hope this song will help you get over the winter blues. If not, go south for the winter. Get out of here, but don’t forget your motorcycle. And if you can’t leave, read Minnesota Motorcycle Monthly. That’s why we have winter issues.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE. HAVE A GREAT 1997!

M.M.M.

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