Claire O’Brien was moved to write a poem following her recent outing with the “wrinklies” on Wednesday, well done Claire, good to have another slant on the day and nice of you to contribute to the blog. Thanks.
Wearing ear-rings and bandanas, like weathered pirates,
these lean coyotes with the high cadence
and relaxed, easy confidence honed on miles of flats,
beating out the rhythm, they increase the pace.
Arms flung across shoulders as they pull the train,
the blue and yellow peloton, sacrifice then peel away.
Their carefree whoosh, zip, and fly, no strain,
as the Weaver Valley Cycling Club rides to Eureka Cafe!