Now this is the story of a YZF, and the mighty CR5.  It started far in the desert where, nothing is alive......

We rode up the mountains and down the twisted trails, for at least an hour or two.......

'Til I smelled something funny from the YZF, I thought that it had blew..........I thought that it had blew.....

We stopped at the boulders, and the Wrechman said, I think there's something wrong.

He looked at the frame right above the pipe, the drain plug bolt was gone......the drain plug bolt was gone.....

There was oil on his engine, and his skid plate too. His boots and the ground were wet.

Phil said I can't start it, with no oil in it. I said don't worry don't fret.

I pulled out my tow rope, and I tied it on. Then tugged him down the trail.....tugged him down the trail......

Now it's hard to pull a thumper up these nasty hills, but my CR wouldn't fail.

Yes the YZF is heavy, yes it weighs a lot, my CR5 was tossed........my CR5 was tossed.....

But if not for the courage on the mighty CR, the YZF would be lost.....the YZF would be lost.....

Well, we made it to the truck, down the whooped out trail, it took a little while.

But from now on when we talk about which bike is better, you know I'll have a smile.

Phil's (YZFWrench) bike is fine. He caught it in time:)