GNCC RACES

Since nothing was interfering
With our Snowshoe volunteering,
Our total for Fri and Sat
Was fifteen hours of that
In spite of my bad hearing.

The Grand National Cross Country race
Was at Snowshoe taking place.
It involved not any striders,
But beaucoup were the riders
Who filled up every space.

There were multiple races
In two different phases.
The rain, it never fails
To muddy up the trails,
But that slows not the aces.

Vehicles all terrain
Raced Saturday after the rain.
On Sunday the likes
Of motor-driven bikes
Ran the race again.

It was not at all a dud
Though they raced in part in mud.
And I know very well
That whenever the riders fell
It softened somewhat the thud.

The crowd they were expecting
Needed traffic directing.
There was no mountain biking
For those that sport are liking.
From drivers, sixty bucks collecting.

We did Snowshoe the favor
Of handing out the waivers,
And to visitors we gave maps,
Hoping that perhaps
The races they would savor.

Cars, trucks, vans and semis,
So many people -- gals, kids and guys!
They came for a good time,
And almost all the time
We had bright, sunny skies.

They came without cease,
And all signed the release.
And others, too, came through --
Home owners, employees, contractors too,
But not many police.

Kids, amateurs and pros,
The divisions were of those.
More folks, if you're countin'
Than ever on the mountain,
Excepting when it snows.

At fifteen dollars a head,
Viewers two thousand, it was said.
Few shows can match it,
Though we didn't watch it
But helped out instead.

Utility? These noisy rigs have none.
They only exist for fun.
To be deep into this hobby,
You need a high-pay jobby.
It surely costs some mon.

Four racers in it
Started every minute.
Twelve hundred drivers,
All hopefully survivors.
We wondered who would win it.

To go round and round
For ninety minutes all are bound
Or until they droop.
Four miles is the loop.
The way is easily found.

Timing is all automated
So victory can be celibrated.
The weather was inviting;
The races were exciting,
And every heart palpitated.

And Snowshoe threw a fine party
With celebration right hearty
And mutual endearing
With folks volunteering
And a musician, in a way, arty.