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Cycling is a mode of transport that has always been part of my life. To school, to work until I had a job that provided a car. Even then I cycled regularly locally and occasionally as a way of getting fit. That changed as I grew older in that I rarely used a bike. That is, until the arrival of Dublin Bikes, when they became a delightful means of transport around the city.
During this summer, I had two months of swimming daily in the sea and felt the better of it. So on a visit to my friend’s place in the Loire Valley I borrowed his bicycle to have a jaunt around forest paths. The following describes the results. Enjoy.
Image by Peter H from Pixabay
Ah shure a small trip
around the forest tracks
with the borry of a bike
wouldn’t that be great
Ah shure wasn’t the swim a day in the fine bright sea
for a whole two months enough of an exercise
to take a ride up around the gentle hills
But shure be-jaysus it wasn’t
the legs wobbled jammed
the chest hammered
lungs a wheezing bagpipes
Then shure didn’t gettin on and off
feel very dodgy
the head spun it didn’t seem good at all
Feck shure didn’t the saddle
decide to drop without notice
and refuse to be fixed
Shit shure didn’t the cyclist
crouched and cramped
have to push himself
the rest of the way back
Well shure he got there
in the end dragged himself home
panting and red
Peter Clarke
6th September 2019
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