Road Racing Poetry - The Skerries Jive I stop at the paddock with a bump and a skid I step onto the blacktop of the sacred grid I'm back to the place where my heroes ride my yearly pilgrimage - the hassle put aside I walk the course and I take it all in friends calling out saying how have you been Put away the motor - at last I'm here body is gaggin' for the action and the beer I stroll to the paddock with a smile on my face a happy happy guy all alone in my space takin' in the Castrol R - the burgers 'n chips I loosen my belt to accommodate my hips Dublin Corner on the grass sitting down close to my heroes and the screaming sounds eyeballs bulging in "BIG D" mode keep on the black stuff - the Guinness and the road For the 125s - Baldungan is the deal threading thru Dukes on the narrow back wheel hear them screaming as they go for the win dogs cats and grannies - keep them all locked in. Go to Glasshouses for 600 race Archibald Britton, and Donnan on the pace watch them wheelie as they power away it doesn't get better than Skerries day Mad mad Gillies for the big big bikes crazy action - you've never seen the likes goin' in hard and poppin' out fast trying like Joey and the heroes of the past On to Skerries when the racings done talk to the riders and have some fun sink a few pints in the Yacht or the Coast Skerries is the place with the best and the most Back home on Monday too knackered to speak beer and adrenaline sure makes you weak I'm planning for the next one if I'm alive The Skerries 100 sure is a jive Back to Poem's Index