Gord Buhr 1st place winner
I've never ridden the Dakota five oh
but I'm willing to try and give it a go
Fifty miles long, I wonder if I'll finish
I better start now, eating my spinach
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
I'll definitely be stopping at the sweet bacon station
The black hills are gorgeous at that time of year
leaves full of color and ranches with steers
the smell in the air is of late summer or fall
but the smell of the bacon is loved by all
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
I'll definitely be stopping at the sweet bacon station
So I'll pedal and sweat and I'll have no regret
and I'll climb and descend for miles you can bet
but whatever I do on the day of the race
I'll surely have bacon all over my face
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
I'll definitely be stopping at the sweet bacon station
but I'm willing to try and give it a go
Fifty miles long, I wonder if I'll finish
I better start now, eating my spinach
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
I'll definitely be stopping at the sweet bacon station
The black hills are gorgeous at that time of year
leaves full of color and ranches with steers
the smell in the air is of late summer or fall
but the smell of the bacon is loved by all
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
I'll definitely be stopping at the sweet bacon station
So I'll pedal and sweat and I'll have no regret
and I'll climb and descend for miles you can bet
but whatever I do on the day of the race
I'll surely have bacon all over my face
Dakota five oh with the sweet bacon station
Dakota five oh, I have to have patience
Dakota five oh, I'm full of elation
Soundpony 2nd place winner
A poem by Mike Detter
I ride so hard sometimes sweat
oozes out the vents in my helmet
like puss from a bed sore on the ass of an octogenarian.
My muscles scream for forgiveness,
knowing full well they did nothing to deserve this abuse.
I think of root canals without anesthesia.
What joy that would be now.
Last fuel station was ages ago.
The dust mixes with the little saliva available
Clogging my air passages with dirt clods.
Sheets of clouds blanket the hills.
Occasionally the sun rips through shining a spotlight on me
Like the kid with no rhythm dancing in a talent show.
Nothing but dirt and endless tracks over the horizon.
Pieces of cow pies fling from my tires and hurl past my cheeks.
Some stick to my downtube holding on for a ride out of the wilderness.
The bacon station is far removed from my memory,
like an acid trip during the 80's and the Go Go's.
I'm sorry to say goodbye to salty strips of goodness and warm beer.
Flashbacks still haunt me though and 'We Got the Beat' plays through my mind.
The 80's sucked.
A reflector gleams in front of me off the seat of a Huffy.
I pedal harder.
The reflector fades in the distance.
Damn.
Katie Pate 3rd Place winner
The trails of Spearfish beckon,
And all come from far and wide
To sample the beer and bacon,
Gastronomical perks of this ride.
The Dakota Five-0 will challenge,
It’ll put your will to the test.
Oh, how sweet the moment,
When you complete your bacon-y quest.
It may get rough, it may get dirty,
You might even bust a crank.
But have no fear, victory is near
When you have PBR in the tank.
When your energy begins to dissipate,
The Bacon Station comes into view.
Like a beacon of light in darkness,
That bacon will get you through.
Smell that delicious, meaty goodness,
And a smile will cross your face.
For the happiest of all cyclists
Are full of bacon at the end of the race!
My muscles scream for forgiveness,
Last fuel station was ages ago.
Nothing but dirt and endless tracks over the horizon.
The bacon station is far removed from my memory,
A reflector gleams in front of me off the seat of a Huffy.
And all come from far and wide
To sample the beer and bacon,
Gastronomical perks of this ride.
It’ll put your will to the test.
Oh, how sweet the moment,
When you complete your bacon-y quest.
It may get rough, it may get dirty,
You might even bust a crank.
But have no fear, victory is near
When you have PBR in the tank.
When your energy begins to dissipate,
The Bacon Station comes into view.
Like a beacon of light in darkness,
That bacon will get you through.
Smell that delicious, meaty goodness,
And a smile will cross your face.
For the happiest of all cyclists
Are full of bacon at the end of the race!
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