racing through down the trail to beat my old time i see everyone watching, whistling, bell ringing Ive got a smile on my face As i am aimed for first place Coming to the hardest part my arms begin to part through the rocks i roll with no soul near the end here we go one last rock uh oh over I go
OVER THE BARS WE GO this guy could end up in two good thing hes sporting his five ten shoe perfect example of why this sport is extreme is he even on the KHS team? good thing his gear matches thats all that will be left after he crashes, and burns to ashes his bike stops dead hes going strait to his head the power of diablos rock garden prevails hopefully hes still down to shred the trails
Stumbling and tumbling down the course before. The petrifying rock gardenwhich fans adore. Rolling up quickly to win forsure. Untilhe gets to the gloomy wet garden of blood and manure. From which previous riders have failed before. Seconds did pass for him to find. That one big boulder he could not climb. As his bike stopped rolling he went flying. Down through the rock garden full of blood and manure. Thought to himself self another damn fail Down in Diablo thats where. As he hit the ground his body did feel. The pain of the rock he could not subdue. Heard a roar from the crowd and a few snapshots. Finally what seemed like a lifetime of tumbling. He jumped back on his feet to start rumbling. Down the course to impress the meer people. Maybe he will fly just like a superhero. To take first place at the US Open.
He decided to ride like a cock, So his wheel got stuck on a rock, From the bike he flew, A flury or red, white and blue, And now he in hospital with massive concussion.
15 hour days and a bottle of red wine does not a good poetry mix make...
One fine morning, sunlight was pouring, and I thought, "What a beautiful day; to take my bike, to the top of a hill, and let my wheels spin away"
So I hopped in my car, there's a park that's not far, away from my house, you see. My ride smelled quite vile, due to the pile of Jerseys, pads; elbow and knee.
When I arrived at the park, it was practically dark with throngs of people around. I rolled down my window, and caught caught a ring of an old, familiar sound.
"Cowbells!" I thought, "I'll give it a shot, thought I haven't raced in a while." I unloaded my bike, and quickly walked, to the ticket booth, with a smile.
But as I rose to the peak, my courage did leak, like the putrid air from a tire. I hadn't quite got, as I'd previously thought, the skills that this race required.
I sped down the trail, and my nerves, they did fail, and I slammed into a rock at high speed. I soared through the air, and almost didn't care, that soon, a body cast I would need.
Oh no man not again, my quest for glory has come to a crashing end. everyone will see me fall from grace, crashing right down the rocky garden onto my fullface. i hear the cowbells ring and the crowd gasp, knowing that the falling rider has met his match. Diablo has beaten me yet again, but racing is my inner zen. there is no second thought in my head, i KNOW i was born to rip and shred.
Falling down rocks aint no fun expecially in the middle of your run Ragdolling down because of a spill really adds to the spectators thrill All you have going through your head is weathor or not you'll land and be dead Only one second of loss of flow leaves you with bruises and people shouting GO!
I've flown these wheels a hundred times Dropped hills seeking thrills - nearly been killed So pity me not as I meet rock today We've met before, in roughly the same way.
Acquaintances as ours are hard to come by Every minute hated, each moment spent seperate Reminding me that I am indeed alive.
So pity me not as I meet rock today, The pain I suffer is going to be repaid
heart's pounding in my ears, overcoming in-built fears, to take a shot at reaching my dreams, a quick knock and i hear the crowd's screams, the swoosh of air drys my sweat, for battle scars i'm sure to get, but in my mind knowing what to face, next race, next race.
Into the bottomless pit of hell, I don't quite know yet where I fell, But on my journey through the air, I realized I didn't care, For when I had vowed to follow my passion, I'd promised to love each rock to which I crash in, I mountain bike with love, each and every day, And Diablo Freeride Park is where I choose to play. -Karsten
Vernon, New Jersey, United States 
to beat my old time
i see everyone watching, whistling, bell ringing
Ive got a smile on my face
As i am aimed for first place
Coming to the hardest part
my arms begin to part
through the rocks i roll
with no soul
near the end here we go
one last rock
uh oh
over I go