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Twas the night before RAGBRAI

Twas the night before RAGBRAI, no time to be lazy

All through the house, Meredith was packing like crazy,

"One bag? Seriously?" I sigh with despair

As soon as I realize my stuff won't fit in there.

One last shopping trip was made with great care

With hopes I forgot nothing and have to go back there.

A stop at Bob's WheelWerks to get a road tire

Hoping no flats plague me like fire.

The children were talking, not ready for bed

I pretended I heard nothing and kept packing instead.

“Where is my sleeping bag?” I wondered aloud

“Next time I'll pack early,” I ambitiously vowed.

It was two in morning and still no sleep

But at least from the children, there was not a peep.

I knew it was time, and closed my eyes to the night.

Only to waken too soon, to early light.

My mind was racing, lists I do like

What not to forget, helmet, gloves… bike!

“I should have more done,” I muttered with dread

But wrote this darn poem instead.

Just a few hours to go, and this adventure will start

It's gonna be awesome I know in my heart.

Still more packing to do, but errands all done

I can't wait for some hot, Iowa RAGBRAI fun.


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