My Name is Mud1512151224 hours I ruled the Snowshoe Mountain1512Thousands of wheels I tried to stop1512Spreading suspicion in front of your path1512Assisted by my allies of root and rock15121512I messed up your shifting and flung in your eye1512Covering your body and high-tech machine1512Eating away at your brakes and rims1512And plugging your cleats, quite mean15121512Playing hide and seek with your mind and vision1512Concealing malicious obstacles ahead of you1512And while you were trampling over me at night1512I attempted to swallow up your shoe15121512I softened your treacherous falls1512Tasted your blood, your tears and your sweat1512I slowed you down, adding time to your laps1512Peanut-buttery, runny, slippery and wet15121512Time will help me bury the offerings you made in awe1512Your bottles, your power-gel wraps and lost tools1512I will heal my wounds you carved and left behind1512And if you think you conquered me you are fools15121512For I am the lasting kind1512The one you will still find next week behind your ear1512And I will be ready for you, waiting1512For the next time you try me here... maybe next year15121512Jochen Faber 2001