Christmas Party
Thanks to all who were able to come to the club Christmas Party. The hall was
nicely decorated, we had a sizeable crowd, lots of good food, Santa showed up,
we had some Tamer style entertainment, Tamer family of the year award (I blush
to mention the lovely Mrs. Moose and I were given this award - my humble thanks
to all of you for the acknowledgement) and the gift exchange. The tree was a 12
footer brought back from the tree run from the first weekend of the month. As
usually is the case of trees left to grow all by themselves in the woods, it was
of the minimalist style - not many branches - but with imagination, lights,
ornaments, and ribbon, it became quite the lovely tree in the best Charlie Brown
tradition. Also of note, was the Tamer picture gallery - capturing the human
side of the Tamers in 2005. Very nice. Thanks for all who worked very hard to
make this a success - and if you couldn't be there in person - someone from the
club was remembering you in spirit.
Thanks for a good 2005.
Tamer’s Tread Lightly Talking Blues
In days gone by men drove their rigs
Through mud and woods, they wheeled like pigs
Went everywhere and anywhere without restraint
Since there wasn’t anyone to say they cain’t
And the Ladies those days, I’ll be confessin’
Were mostly thought of as window dressing
Good to pull winch cable and otherwise look cute
Being in the driver’s seat was a point that was moot.
Well – now we’re in century 21,
and there are new ways we’ll get things done
Sharing the woods with folks who like to hug trees
We’ll be wheeling in a fashion called “Tread Lightly.”
Now “Tread Lightly” is a method that which’n
Will bring confusion, will bring some bitchin’
How do we do that, and why do we gotta?
Not a very good reason just to say that we oughta.
Well brothers and sisters, there’s folk who think
Our rigs are bad for trails, they’ll make a stink
And try to keep us outta the woods
And tell the general public its for the common good.
Never mind their brains have turned to play dough
Their couch is their rig, and they’re the potato
Though rarely on the trails, through their machinations
They say they’re saving nature for future generations.
Well that’s our goal as well, we believe in it too
You can’t experience nature by locking it away like a zoo
Push back on those who are giving us flak
establish our rights to trail access
(Chorus)
Timber Tamers 4 by club is the best one in the land
Driving hard while wheeling easy is the task we have at hand
If we want to keep our place among the rocks and trees
When wheeling on the trail – tread lightly if you please
So you’re driving a rig weighing thousands of pounds
Packing plenty of power, wheeling in leaps and bounds
How to tailor our driving so we can say rightly
That we wheel under the banner that reads “Tread Lightly”
Well – when Dan-o rolls, he does it so politely
You hardly know, he lays it down so lightly
He doesn’t even wake Shelly from her nap
Although he has been known to spill Cara’s crayons in her lap.
And Auto-M she’s the woman of the hour
She could make a thunderstorm look like a gentle shower
Running wheel for wheel with the biggest of dogs
While barely disturbing any of the forest logs.
In his monstrous rig, the trails he could kill
But because he can doesn’t mean he will
Gary TJ proves that he’s no ninny
He knows when to use or not use the pedal that’s skinny
And then there’s Roger –
For trail impact he has a different contribution
It really goes more to noise pollution
His chirpy tires could drive one to distraction,
I s’pose there’s more egregious ways to abuse your traction
Well, I could go on, but you get the fact
That responsible wheeling is where its at
If we all want to keep our place in the woods rightly
We’ll all have to practice treading lightly
(Chorus)
Timber Tamers 4 by club is the best one in the land
Driving hard while wheeling easy is the task we have at hand
If we want to keep our place among the rocks and trees
When wheeling on the trail – tread lightly if you please
Tamer’s Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the woods
Only Tamers were stirring
Snow as high as their hoods
Why travel the trail
On the Christmas Eve fair?
The simplest of reasons –
“Because it was there.”
When they left in the morning
The plan was to play
They’d take easy trails
They’d wheel all day.
But as happens (as usual)
Things changed in a snap!
Now dark – its still a long way
From a long winter’s nap.
The group had all broken
On this nasty stretch
And no one was left
The new parts for to fetch.
Air Amigo was first to succumb
To slippery snow and ice
Stump trapped and tires beadless
was not very nice
John was just spinning
2 wheels up in smoke
It gave us to know that
His lockers were broke.
Mike G jumped some trees
His rig took a few hits
Then saw his bellhousing
Was broken to bits
Scrambler Mike had managed
To keep his axles intact
But his drag link instead
Was just totally wracked.
Crash and Stu lit the heater
To keep their tent warm as home
But the resultant fireball
Took the top half of the dome
Likewise disabled
Was the rest of the group
Sad to say, Christmas spirits
Were beginning to droop.
But then off in the distance
There arose such a whine.
Tamer’s heard the sound of an engine
That was cranking just fine.
A wheeler approached
Rock lights piercing the dark –
He made it look easy
Like he was out on a lark.
His rig was top notch –
A red shiny built job
That gave us to know
That this couldn’t be Bob.
As he closed in he roused us
Exhausts spouting flames
And he yelled from his seat
Calling each of our names
“Ho John, Ho Scrambler Mike,
Mike G, Crash and Stu
Air Amigo, and Danny,
And the rest of you…”
Quick as Gary’s TJ articulates
To the top of the ramp
This guy dressed in red
Rolled into our camp.
He had on red Carhartts
His butt crack a crease.
And the fur on his ball cap
Was covered with grease.
He said not a word
But just pulled out his tools
Once we saw him working we knew
This would be a good Yule.
He plugged in an air line
On new valve stem and core
Once the beads were reset
Keith was feeling less sore
Like magic his actions –
So swift and adroit
Before Johnny knew it
He had 2 new Detroits
You’d think that his rig held
Even the kitchen sink
When he pulled out for Mike
A brand new built up drag link.
His parts stock was amazing
His good cheer so rousing
Mike G almost flipped out
When seeing his new bellhousing
But some things get broke
Just way beyond repair
Crash and Stu happy damage limited
to only singed hair
When the rest of the work was
Similarly dispatched
He hopped in his rig
Got his seatbelt attached
And then hit the starter
His RPM’s rose
And soon all we saw
Were his taillight glows
But we heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight –
“Happy Christmas to all –
Now – Go Wheeling All Night!
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