Ode to Calvin & Co

I wandered lonely as a G6

That floats on bike o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden G5s;

Beside Denbies, beneath Box Hill

Rotating and pace-lining in the breeze....

Continuous as the chains that shine

And twinkle on their group sets,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margins of the A24:

Ten or so saw I at a glance,

Turning their legs in sprightly cadence.

 

We G6s beside them danced like Contador;

But the G5s Out-did the straggling G6s in glee:

A G6 could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gasped--and wheezed--but little thought

What health the ride to me had brought:

 

For oft, when on my couch I blob

In vacant or in TDF highlights mood,

The G5s flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And I cycle YET AGAIN with the G5s.

Event / Article Type
Road Rides 12-07-14
Fields of G5 gold