Words for the season ahead

From the Dirt Rag SS Haiku-off of years past:

 

Words of praise and love

for two wheels, one gear ratio

This is fantastic!

 

Titanium rails?

Standing and mashing the way

Saddle is wasted!

 

No frills under me

Guy riding bling eats my dust

Poser blames his bike!

 

Rock is menacing;

The line of choice straight ahead

because it is there.

 

Burning calories,

mashed potatoes can't match the

mashing of one gear.

 

A walk up the hill

is just an alternate way

for legs to turn wheels.

 

Genetic defect?

On-one Inbreeding gives me

just a single speed.

 

Rolling inertia

One speed becomes infectious...

Must tell the whole world!!!

 

World at peace, until

I hear the slap of a chain -

I am not alone.

 

May all who pedal

soak these words into their souls

and find peace on wheels.

 

 

A goodbye to winter limerick for good measure:

 

There once was a man named Kris Kringle,

Who got a wee bit careless with his dingle,

his girl got with child,

and to marriage he was exiled,

but vowed, "All of my bikes shall stay single!"

 

 

THINK SPRING!