Bike Poetry

I’m definitely not a poet
With these verses I will show it
I have no gift for verse or rhyme
No chance at all with meter or time
So when a verse comes to my head
It’s best I bury it deep and dead.

Unfortunately I didn’t do that on today’s ride, which proved much, much wetter than I expected. In fact, I didn’t expect any wetness, but out of extreme caution I put a fender on my fast bike and a rain jacket over my jersey. Good thing, because at about mile 45, the slightly damp roads and extremely light mist transitioned to honest-to-goodness rain and wet, puddled roads. Continue Reading >>