Every bike is special.
Specially the bike you ride
That isn’t specialized
For one thing or another.
It should take you there
With no fan fare and back.
It’s a tool you care for,
That makes sense seeing
Where you put it each time
You ride, no hiding that fact.
Pedal wheels and seat.
Come on lets go down the street.
Strictly speaking on the subject of bikes
I find there is very little that I donts likes
Strictly speaking I have no need to go in
I marvel at the smiles and welcomes
Strictly amused at all the things I finds
That aren’t bikes in a store for rides
Strictly sweaty and sore of feet
A welcome adjustment to my cleat
Strictly sore at the counter I rest
And enjoy the espresso, where’s the zest
Strictly speaking the talk is more than
Carbon weaves, the business, I’m a fan
Strictly love what you do and it will
Include the passion for others and fill
The world with better people
Strictly speaking from the saddle on the road.
Presently my pedal creeks
My bar steers at an angle
Never mind the squeaks
A chain, and paint dangle
Oh, I am not a freak
Its old, not new fandangle.
Tires and tube a little leak
Strong rear triangle
Life rolls along each week
Best not to mangle
That which we all seek
The jersey is not from Jersey
Nor Guernsey, Surrey, or Ashtabula
A new jersey from New Jersey
Would be odder than old hopscotch
In Old Oshkosh.
The cloth is much much thinner
Than a sweatshirt made over in China
But no one really cares or reads
All the logos signs and letters
Unless you sit in the back
And marvel at the wonders of colors
Not much point in wearing
But still you match
Bar tape to wheels and hat.
Dam the dew on the road
The dew on the road that
Made my tire slide from under
Me. The tire slid and I did too
On my hip and gloved hands
I could be glad it was not only dew
The dew on the road lifting the oily
Residue that was so slippy
No torn cloth or scrapes but a bruise
The color of, okay I’ll say it, grapes
After nursing my pride I took
That turn of dew and fearfully
Slowed to stay upright
And now each time I dread to pass
Even moderately slow
Dam that dew on the road.
the need for nylon is important
because my bike is carbon aero fast
my skinny jeans is all i need
i’ll mash the pedals and beat your light
heels and skirt i’ll still go
dresses and hair in a bow
if my skin could pin i’d race naked
instead i have logos on tight jerseys
no obsession other than it roll
i’ll find it fun with out heed