A little poem

[Mr. D]

For I am A MTB Tire

When you filled me low on air I conformed to the rocks
I did not complain
When you filled me high on air I took the hits
I did not complain
When the air was just right I made love to the rocks
Of course I did not complain
When you put me on pavement I growled
I did complain a little

At the end of my tread
I must complain

I ask you to do one of two things
Recycle me so I may be a tire again
Put me on display so I can show the tires what is expected...

For I am a MTB tire

Author : Kelly Duran aka Mr. D



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Keep The Rubber Side Down

 

[Mr. D]

no I was in colorado during the 90's