A place to see in New Hampshire
The off-road mecca, Exeter
My guide’s in front and I’m in back
We ride through miles of single track

And narrow bridges without rails
My guide lives there, he knows the trails
One long bridge crosses a morass
I fall off one bridge into grass

In autumn woods on bikes we rove
We ride into a beech tree grove
The sun lights up the yellow leaves
We take another trail that weaves

I ride atop a granite rock
I hit the brakes, the tires lock
I skid across it to the ledge
I look to see over the edge

The view downward from where I stop
A steep angle, a five-foot drop
It’s not too safe, but on I ride
With back brake locked I start to slide

I lean far back but not enough
And this is where the ride gets rough
And why this ride's so mem’rable
The bike is almost vertical!

And then begins the awesome flight
A dead weight drop from that great height
I tip forward and feel the scare
I’m off the bike and in mid-air

To break the fall I use my hand
I tuck and roll after I land
A few bruises, it hurts to bend
But in two weeks I’m on the mend
And for this ride I want to thank
My guide and friend whose name is Hank