It’s been a while since our man Randy has written about the weekly Wednesday night group ride from here at HQ, so this time he broke out his poetry skills to distill the events of the ride down to their essence:
Riders eleven / Humidity heavy like bull / Kicked off like a sheet
McCarter unstrung / Reeled in fighting for the line / Where did he come from?
Manager from rear / Strength took sprint with more to prove / Left wingman, Mav
Lithe UNC Soph / Hirsute trunks spin slower now / Off the back you learn
Gillis regrets pull / Harm done only to one’s pride / Strong, but not that strong
Salesman banter fluff / Rehabilitated con / Crawford, where you at?
Rogers is confused / Bikes move on the vertical / Not counterclockwise
Webster to Jonesy / Conspiracies to punish / Step off this wack mess!
Here we go again / Punch drunk pugilist lays hurt / Rogers and Eich hold
Overby spit out / Jones and Webster huff / Chasers chase the chase
Damascus regroup / Rogers, Jones lead the descent / Gillis jumps the hill first
Gillis yields to Eich / Ahead distance grows shorter / Alas a vain chase
McCarter feels heat / Jones in afterburner wash / Glory to the chops
Soft pedal homeward / Rehydration Manther style / What beer you drinkin?