A day starts grand riding together
Till the sluggish push of a pedal
Ticks off the urge to just pull away.
Now alone you pause
What a day is in your mind
Then woosh the pack is past
Back alone, a struggle
The pedals heavy and you will say
Must be the breaks are slowing me,
The bike is old, and heavy.
Not the steep climb or lack of food
Nor weeks of watching the tube
Unsettled because you have not mastered
The ease of spinning your cranks faster
On your own bike your own way,
Till you care less how fast or slow
The pack or others go.
What is the need to break the speed
Other than the to be a breathless fool