Black Ice

by Derek Morrison

Black ice
Black Ice
Attribution: By Simon A. Eugster [CC-BY-SA-3.0]
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There had been frost on the ground but we still set out on our way
‘There will be an improving sunny situation’ the forecast did say
Despite the cold, a set of eager faces had turned up for the ride
It would be a shame to disappoint them, so anxiety pushed aside.

Talk of overcoming adversity was the order of the day
We are hardy all weather cyclists, out come what may
What’s a bit discomfort from numbing hands and feet
When a few hilly miles will soon generate some heat
‘There will be an improving sunny situation’ the forecast did say.

For many miles things went well and the group began to descend
And in the sunshine all was good as we approached the fateful bend
But it was there the bear trap waited like an invisible device
And bikes went down like ten pins as tyres touched the ice
‘There will be an improving sunny situation’ the forecast did say.

The hard road is unforgiving when it contacts human kind
Some were punished with scrapes and bruises – others with shaken mind
A few less fortunate, had broken their bones like sticks
So for them cycling was over till surgeons made their fix
‘There will be an improving sunny situation’, the forecast did say.

The moral of this story is that brains should stay located in the head
But pursuit of your enthusiasm can move grey-matter to legs instead
Being a hardy all weather cyclist offers much to admire
But admiration will not save you when ice puts you in the fire
‘There will be an improving sunny situation’ the forecast did say.

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New Toy

by Derek Morrison

DandyHorseDraisineSmallI have a new toy and it’s very very light
It’s made of carbon fibre, and its lines are tight
It has disc brakes and an electric gear
Much better than the one I bought last year.

It looks so good I don’t want to take it for a ride
Messing up its beauty with splashes from the side
But unless I get it out there and into public lights
I’ll miss my five minutes of fame, I’ll miss my bragging rights.

It will make me go so much faster of that I’m sure
For my declining performance this has go to be the cure
So I anticipate improvement, my purchase will enhance
For it’s the same one as ridden in the Tour de France.

It weighs half a kilo less than the one I bought before
But that is reflected in the price, it cost much much more
But viewed rationally it made no economic sense
With each gram of mass reduction equaling 100 pence.

The same sum applied to my losing each gram of weight
Each 100 pence saved, reflecting less food on my plate
Would mean there would be much more to enjoy
From an improved performance on a lesser toy.

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Adaptation

by Derek Morrison

Frédéric_de_Civry
Frédéric_de_Civry
track cyclist, pre-1893.
Attribution: Public domain
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Walking on the street you’re just another ageing girl or guy
But when you put on the gear and goggles you can show them how to fly
You can sure push those cranks up those endless hills
And you can last all day … despite your many pills.

It’s OK that there are people now faster than you
Their turn awaits as time always exacts its due
Because what you have relearned is that it’s the journey that matters
Not transient demonstrations of prowess, the applause, and the flatters.

It’s also worth considering, how well you compare
To the average static person who just wouldn’t dare
Embark on some of your journeys, they would consider mad
As they slurp yet another soda, no insight there, that’s sad.

So on the street be just another ageing girl or guy
Because your greatest asset is your willingness to try
To keep pushing those cranks up life’s endless hill
For each day you ride, to want to feel that thrill.

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