A Poem of Cycling-What Can I Say?

What can I say, in a positive way?

How can I sway you to come out and play,

On a lean, clean machine in a beautiful scene?

Who of you will dare to put wind in your hair,

Rain in your face and leave never a trace,

Of having ever been there.

When it's all said and done, what makes cycling fun?

Is it better in winter, or in the hot sun?

Do you like it warm wherever you go?

Or when your tires go "crunch" in the snow?

Do you like racing with crowds that cheer?

Or touring along with with a bird's song in your ear?

I can ride for hours by beautiful flowers.

Mile after mile with bugs in my smile.

I find rolling hills to be so sublime,

And even the hardest, mountainous climb!

Can you tell me why my heart pines,

For quiet country roads with Burma Shave signs?

Sometimes I get thrills from "screaming down-hills",

Or a fog covered road laced with daffodils.

It's easy to see what it all means to me.

I've seen places and faces as fine as can be.

Often at night with stars so bright,

I ride with my love in the pale moonlight.

Past farms with cows and stacks of hay.

Crickets and frogs cheer us on our way.

We ride in the mornings and then at sunsets

And know that this is as good as it gets.

Not even flat tires can alter our mood.

When I'm tired I dine on the best tasting food.

What can I do to get through to you?

Why should you ride? I haven't a clue.

Sometimes after long rides in groups we might sit,

And all will agree, "IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN WE QUIT."