The Playtex Cycling Team
They are the Playtex Cycling Team
They certainly are an unusual sort.
The oddest thing about them is,
They have no visible means of support.
They are the Playtex Cycling Team.
Some need some time to get up some steam.
There are elderly dears with sagging brassieres.
With their ancient old farts with weakened hearts.
Some are becoming an old cliché.
They’re losing their hair or turning gray.
In no time at all these guys “hit the wall”,
Even if they overdose on their Geritol.
None are homosexual or that’s what they say.
But all know some guy they call Ben Gay.
They don’t smoke but they all seem to have a little pot.
Their hair’s getting thinner but their bodies are not.
They take special care to protect their rear ends.
They’re looking for cycling shorts made by Depends.
They can’t talk about Niagara without talking about Viagra.
They talk about their bi-passes or upgrading their glasses.
They’re a bunch of cycling old timers talking about Alzheimers.
They talk of all their trips and slips and even broken hips.
I guess before all their money is spent,
They’ll find where their get-up-and-go has went.
What is their goal? What do they seek?
Why aren’t they working in the middle of the week?
I’ve seen these folk in all kinds of events,
Cycling across states and sleeping in tents.
Each seems to have a ten thousand dollar bike.
They’ve never seen a Cracker Barrel they didn’t like.
Some have no idea where they put their libido,
But they’re first to the bathroom wherever they go.
Under the helmets are hair extensions.
I’d say most are living on pensions.
They look so wise and full of knowledge.
Most of their children are out of college.
Surely they cannot be what they seem.
What mostly defines this Playtex Cycling Team?
While Playtex implies that they’re crossing their hearts,
But I see old men who have lost control of their farts.
They’re really a scream living a dream.
They’re called the Playtex Cycling Team.
I can’t think of anything left to report.
They simply have no visible means of support.
The ladies that are in the pictures are really not old enough to be on the Playtex Cycling Team.
These pictures were taken on 3-10-10.
Union Grove to Saxapahaw
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