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The Ballad of the Gap YouTube Video by Mark "eMeFeF" Faulkner
The Ballad of the Gap
Updated! Dragon Breath Song MP3 by Arthur Holt at firstname.lastname@example.org
Dragon Breath Song MP3 by Arthur Holt at email@example.com
318 Curves, 11 Miles MP3 by Mike Wells, Grantville, GA
Ballad of Deals Gap MP3 by Bill & Liz Lowery
Poem of the Dragon by H.Cameron Clark
Of a Dragon who lived in the mountains draped in his glory
From the tip of his tail to his fiery breath
He calls to young men who might flirt with their death
He lies in wait between Tennessee and Carolina
This is no myth like the dragons from china
The beast has been ridden but never been tamed
They say the man that can do it will surely have fame
So we put on our boots our leathers our chaps
We're off to slay the dragon we think today perhaps
We mount our iron our horses our steeds
We grip our throttles in search for turns and speed
When you enter the Dragon you can have no fear
Just roll on the throttle but be in the right gear
The Dragon has no mercy but there's beauty to behold
But if you lose your concentration the dragons back can surely turn cold
As you dive to the left and dive to the right
Embrace the Dragon that you have come to fight
Eleven miles you hope will be the end
If you make it there you can call the Dragon your friend
Deal's Gap Poem by Shoney Wilcoxen
Where bikers go to get their thrills.
The first time over you’ll get the chills,
If you’re not careful, they say he kills.
If you want to have some fun, come along with me,
Enjoy the awesome scenery; let your hair blow in the breeze.
Ride it one time, two times, you won’t want to stop,
Make friends with the dragon and come out on top.
Riding on your Harley bike,
A real machine, not a scooter or trike.
Sportsters, Fatboys, whatever you like,
You’ll want to ride the hills, not hike.
You have to brake for dips and curves,
Stay focused on driving and make no swerves,
By crashing or falling, you’ll get road rash,
You could end up littering the road as trash.
If you crash and burn, you’re only to blame,
Don’t add parts to the Tree of Shame.
Don’t ruin the day for everyone,
Drive safely now and have some fun.
Watch out from behind, the rockets give chase,
They think it’s thrilling to run this race.
They fly by so quickly at such a fast pace,
Two seconds, they’re gone, without a trace.
They speed faster than their guardian angels can fly,
The cops can’t catch them, no matter how they try.
You occasionally see a cop in the ditch,
His chase didn’t go without a hitch.
These daredevils on rockets invariably buy time,
Sometimes they can’t stop on that infamous dime.
Always trying to outrun their previous time,
Some get killed; I don’t like this verse of rhyme.
Three hundred and eighteen curves within eleven miles,
Each time you try it, you’ll get braver all the while.
So slow down, enjoy life, and don’t be a fool,
Stay friends with the dragon, he’s pretty cool.
Come back next year and please bring your friends,
Stop in and see us as you round the bend.
Buy a T-shirt, sweatshirt, or perhaps a map,
Deal’s Gap is the best place to visit, on earth, perhaps.
The Dragon by Clyde Van Loyd
A BEAUTIFUL DAY WITH MY SON AND HIS LOVELY DAMSEL
AS WE CROSS THE SMOKIES AND THE FOOTHILLS PARKWAY
OUR SPIRITS ARE SOARING TO NEW HEIGHTS
THE DEFIANT ROADWAY ONCE AGAIN WE WILL FIGHT
AS WE HEAD TO DEAL'S GAP
TO MAKE A MOTORCYCLE PILGRIMAGE
WE PRAY FROM HIS TALON'S WE WILL SLIP
BUT IT IS FOR OUR HONOR HIS WINGS WE CLIP
HEADING DOWN HWY US 129
THE ROAD AWAITING WILL BE TREACHEROUS
318 CURVES IN 11 TWISTING MILES
LEANING INTO EACH TURN PROVOKING SINISTER SMILES
JESSICA HOLD ON TIGHT
TO YOUR SHINING KNIGHT MICK
AS HE GUIDES HIS IRON HORSE DOWN THIS TRAIL
WHERE MANY MEN WILL TRY AND FAIL
THE NINJA AND NIGHT ROD RIDING THAT DORSAL SPINE
THIS FIERY PASSAGE WE MUST GO, SOMETIMES MOVING SLOW
NO TARIFFS DO WE WANT TO PAY
TO THE SHERIFF'S MEN TODAY
STOPPING FOR A BREATHER
AT THE DRAGON'S LAIR
MEAT AND ALE TO REFRESH THE SOUL
BATTLING THAT SERPENT CAN TRULY TAKE A TOLL
A TRIP TO FONTANA VILLAGE,
THE OVERLOOK AND THE DAM
THE SCENERY IS BREATHTAKING
THIS TRIP IS AN EPIC IN THE MAKING
BACK TO THAT FIRE BREATHING MONSTER
ANOTHER CHANCE HE SHALL RECEIVE
WILL HE EAT US AS A SAVORY FEAST
OR WILL WE TRIUMPH OVER THIS HIDEOUS BEAST
YEA! YEA! WE SLEW THE DRAGON
FROM ITS UGLY HEAD TO ITS POINTED TAIL
NO PARTS FOR THE TREE OF SHAME
"THE DRAGON" THESE WHEELED KNIGHTS DID TAME
COME BACK NEXT YEAR AND PLEASE BRING YOUR FRIENDS,
STOP IN AND SEE US AS YOU ROUND THE BEND.
BUY A T-SHIRT, SWEATSHIRT, OR PERHAPS A MAP,
DEAL’S GAP S THE BEST PLACE TO VISIT, ON EARTH, PERHAPS.
Riding the Dragon by Greg Polakow
There is a kind of easy rhythm you get into
With a few dozen curves under your belt
Your head pivoting left and right and left again with each
Of the 318 successive turns that make this road
An absolute dance, just you and the bike and the road;
And the next turn, coming up fast, like most of them is blind.
So maybe you tap the brakes just before you enter it,
Then release (it is all about release) and you lean into it with the bike,
Your pegs flirting with the asphalt, kissing it even here and there,
And maybe you touch the throttle a bit, leaning hard now
As the turn tightens beyond what you were expecting;
Yellow lines coming closer, not good,
You think, lean less but don’t get too close to the edge,
There is no forgiveness here for that sin,
And then quickly you’re out and right away
You’re setting up for the next one, a hard right,
Eyes following the line -- the corner seems to go on and on
As it tightens like a Chinese knot; add some throttle now
And feel the bike respond and by god you’re out of that one
And leaning into the next one, giving those twin yellow snakes
Enough room so you don’t scrape your mirror off on the truck
Approaching you from around that next curve and
Suddenly looking close enough to high five the driver,
Focus now, focus -- next corner looks sharp,
Kick down a gear and bank to the right,
Spine shiver as that lower gear brakes your rear tire too much,
You feel it skid as the motor takes hold harder than you meant,
But, sweet, the bike recovers and you grease it
Through another turn, now you’re really into it,
You’ve got it nailed down tight.
A few turns further and you feel, shit,
I own this road, I ****ing own it!
As the purest joy rises in your chest,
a perfect gladness that you know you can never explain
To anyone who has not danced with their bike
On a road like this, turning and turning;
The perfect wholeness of it.
And you realize, though you can’t put it into words,
This is exactly how it is meant to be,
And you let your heart lean into that thought:
The feel of simple, unexpected geometries -- the journey,
The way each turn brings us closer and closer
The Joust by Randy Menefee
In the Appalachian Mountains
In southeast Tennessee
Lies a sleeping ancient reptile
But a fierce adversary
In dim light of morning
With Smokey Mountain fog
The jousters start to gather
On Ninja,Gix and Hog
Tuning and adjusting
The machine their life is trusting
As the fog begins to lift
The jousters don their armor
Climb aboard their ready mounts
Then charge like zealous warriors
Hear their engines wail
There is no pretending
When you climb the dragon’s tail
Now the monster wakes
And you are fast aware
As the road beneath you quakes
Stiffening your hair
The dragon’s tail whips left and right
You roll with every twist
Playing with the throttle
Gripped firmly in your fist
The joust continues wearily
Those who loose their focus
Will suffer a harsh landing
If you finally make it through
Take a needed calming break
Before you ride back through
This is no piece of cake
For the dragon never tires
She’s always at her best
She’ll drain you of desire
To put her to the test
If you make it back to Deals Gap
Not busted and in pain
You need not pay tribute
To the tree of shame
Jousting won’t revere you
Or bring you any fame
But you’ll be back to wake The Dragon
And do it all again.
Dragon Riding 101 by Greg Polakow
You can lean your bike hard into a curve,
Bending right and following the line
And you and your bike just feeling fine;
Maybe you’re scraping a foot or a peg
And feeling the asphalt next to your leg.
You better be looking into that twist
When you give your throttle a little more wrist.
You better be leaning and leaning good,
No chickening out, is that understood?
And then you exit that curve to the right
And lean to the left just as sharp and tight;
This is no time to rest on your laurels:
This is a riding exam not an oral;
You better stay sharp; you better stay clear;
Keep an eye on those yellow lines, you hear?
Get in your head and stay there, dude;
You have to feel this road or you’re screwed.
You have to embrace it like a friend,
This road that simply won’t unbend;
But when you’re done and the blood is flowing,
And all of your senses and nerves are glowing,
What do you do at that point, then?
Why, hell, you go back and ride it again!