Wheels on my bike, are hummin as they roll,
Out early in the am, just going for a stroll,
Bags are packed, bottles are full, and Lycra on,
It’s crisp in the morning, kiss the wife and I am gone,
First few revolutions are quite stiff,
Give your head a shake and get a grip,
Shifting gears to help warm up legs,
Rolling quicker now, you can feel the air moving in your chest,
Turning the crank, it’s what makes him go,
When on a bike you can be fast or you can go slow,
Hummin tires as you roll, must take a sip,
Legs are loving the circles, they don’t ever wanna quit,
Roads, trails, parkways, they are there to ride,
When going thru the forest, look carefully, deer like to hide,
Mine is a Norco Storm 26er, been thru hell,
This year will be more then 5000 kms, I can tell,
Cars whiz by paying no never mind,
Riding is a passion, sure does beat the grind,
Riding long distances, like the Tour de France,
Who would like to meet along the road, maybe good ol Lance,
Burnin rubber and jammin gears,
Be riding my bike for many more years,
All season I will be riding my Norco 26er,
If the storm breaks down, I’ll just fixer,
Bike and white is the bike, Lycra is what I wear,
Miles pedaled hard( mph), is the way to get there,
Sun rising in the east, moon setting in the west,
This riding season is here, and it’s gonna be the best,
Thru the valley’s and meadows, ride beside streams and rivers,
Ridin long distance is a discipline, not always do you giver,
Lobster gloves in winter, fingerless gloves in summer,
Most days I ride quick, 25 kms or so,but some days I just like to lumber.