DAN-O-MITE
10-06-2007, 08:13 AM
Man I laughed when I read these two.....
Polaris Poem...
of all the quads
we see on the trail
there is only one
most likely to fail
it isnt the yame
the cat or the kawi
the name is polaris
and they dont have a clue
for years and years
thier quads never changed
it got pretty sad
like the dog with the mange
the other three brands
are new and improved
polaris changed one thing
thier plastics have improved
thier motors are weak
thier suspension a joke
by the end of the season
thier owners are broke
the clutter with dirt
with pieces and parts
the people who ridet hem
are mostly old farts
when will they get it
thier quads are outdated
the 500 H.O. is a slug
and way over rated
for those who bought one
there is no need to panic
just open the phone book
and find a mechanic
when the snow clears
dont try to scare us
u dont have a chance
if u ride a polaris
Polaris, The Way Out
Written By Pete Bassick
Muddy woodland trail
Powder piled high Blue water
along the shoreline
Black asphalt against the sky
Climb aboard your passion
Let your worries slide
The world is your playground
Polaris is your ride.
The Way Out leads to freedom
Down trails lined with trees
It’s a life of working hard
Then doing, what you please
There are a thousand ways to get there
A million roads to try
Your boots might be for walking
But your soul, would rather ride.
Now rules are made for those
Who live life by the book
They read about adventure
You go out and take a look.
When the trail calls out to you
And the waters open wide
The Way Out is the voice that whispers,
Com on let’s take a ride.
You know it’s more than just a motto
It’s being who you are
The Way Out is your compass
And Polaris is your star.
Asphalt, water, dirt and snow
All take you where you want to go
It’s a place not hard to find
When Freedom, is your state of mind.
The way out is a passion
A fire deep inside
It’s a promise to yourself
That you will always ride
Remember that muddy woodland trail
Powder piled high Blue water
along the shoreline
Black asphalt against the sky
So let’s climb aboard our passion
Let our worries slide
The world is our playground
Polaris is our ride.
Polaris Poem...
of all the quads
we see on the trail
there is only one
most likely to fail
it isnt the yame
the cat or the kawi
the name is polaris
and they dont have a clue
for years and years
thier quads never changed
it got pretty sad
like the dog with the mange
the other three brands
are new and improved
polaris changed one thing
thier plastics have improved
thier motors are weak
thier suspension a joke
by the end of the season
thier owners are broke
the clutter with dirt
with pieces and parts
the people who ridet hem
are mostly old farts
when will they get it
thier quads are outdated
the 500 H.O. is a slug
and way over rated
for those who bought one
there is no need to panic
just open the phone book
and find a mechanic
when the snow clears
dont try to scare us
u dont have a chance
if u ride a polaris
Polaris, The Way Out
Written By Pete Bassick
Muddy woodland trail
Powder piled high Blue water
along the shoreline
Black asphalt against the sky
Climb aboard your passion
Let your worries slide
The world is your playground
Polaris is your ride.
The Way Out leads to freedom
Down trails lined with trees
It’s a life of working hard
Then doing, what you please
There are a thousand ways to get there
A million roads to try
Your boots might be for walking
But your soul, would rather ride.
Now rules are made for those
Who live life by the book
They read about adventure
You go out and take a look.
When the trail calls out to you
And the waters open wide
The Way Out is the voice that whispers,
Com on let’s take a ride.
You know it’s more than just a motto
It’s being who you are
The Way Out is your compass
And Polaris is your star.
Asphalt, water, dirt and snow
All take you where you want to go
It’s a place not hard to find
When Freedom, is your state of mind.
The way out is a passion
A fire deep inside
It’s a promise to yourself
That you will always ride
Remember that muddy woodland trail
Powder piled high Blue water
along the shoreline
Black asphalt against the sky
So let’s climb aboard our passion
Let our worries slide
The world is our playground
Polaris is our ride.