Hmm... looks more like a rider is made *into* mud!
But have you sold your soul to the company store?
She must have; I know that's the only way I'D be alive if I did all the awesome stuff she does!
But then, she is considerably more awesome than me. So maybe she hasn't.
I can think of worse songs to have stuck in my head.
If I was riding around on a rainy day like that, I'd be absolutely terrified. Either that, or break a few bones ;).
"Some people say a rider is made out of mud..."
... others say, of bruises.
From what's not seen beneath the suds,
I stand with those that say it's mud.
Yet those who ride in dry sluices,
say that all the many contuses,
are also oozes,
Some people say a rider is made out of mud...