The Cyclist’s Anthem
We’re wheeling free out on a spree
The wheels beneath us spinning
We’re riding closely side by side
Wearing our gaudy lycras with pride
Which cling to our skin in layers silky thin
The wind in our faces tingling
The chainrings whirr as we pass in a blur
On tyres that thrum on the tarmac
We slog up the hills guys love to attack
Our greatest fear is to fall off the back
Our muscles burn as the pedals turn
No matter how hard you must keep with the pack
Then down the other side we tear
Clicking up gear after gear
With the wind in our face as downwards we race
Bent over the bars
We’re as fast as the cars
Enjoying the chase
But its not all fun and games
There are losses and gains…
There are pains, aches and sprains
You can take a hard tumble
Our energy drains
But we don’t ever grumble
There’s rain, wind and ice
When with death we dice
We can get a mechanical
The jargon for puncture
Which can be diabolical
Just at that juncture
We arrive at the café for coffee and cakes
And muffins and buns or whatever it takes
To keep our legs turning the pedals
Its the sheer exhilaration
Of riding the peloton
We are in no need of medals
We are the elite - the swift fit and fleet
We wear helmets so sleek
We’re smart and we’re cool
Where we’re riding we rule
The roads are our kingdom
Our wheels are the gateway to freedom
For all of us who love to ride.........
For all of us who love to ride.........
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