Eating and Biking (and making poetry)
Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 11:02 pm
Someone asked me on Sunday's ride why Rolf and I haven't been sparring on the pages of the Tripleshot website lately. No reason; but the question did get me thinking of Rolf's many fine qualities, like the time at coffee one morning a few years back when he ate a big sandwich, with onions, and then jumped on his bike to go straight to the dentist. That says oodles about the very fine "je ne give-a-fuck pas" character of Rolf. With an old friend, Tim, joining us on Sunday's ride with his new Marinoni I spent part of Sunday's ride trying to find something that rhymes with Marinoni. Damn this new year's resolution, now I have to write a poem about these things:
Eating and Biking.
One fact is quite striking, about eating and biking.
And evidence galore, too strong to ignore,
of the strong correlations, to one’s gastric fixations,
And the steed one tends to adore.
For example:
Those dudes who aspire to a ham ‘n’ quail,
Probably prefer riding Cannondale.
And simple sods slurping green Jello,
You guessed it, they’re riding Cervello.
While knobs (like me) on an Armstrong Trek,
Suck power gels and goo and drek,
And those lovers of cheese’n’macaronis,
Look stylish on their classic Marinonis,
Yet Rolf who doesn’t give a damn,
will eat anything before a dental exam,
Bread’n’ onions to avoid feeling bonky,
then sallies forth on a steely Bianchi.
Eating and Biking.
One fact is quite striking, about eating and biking.
And evidence galore, too strong to ignore,
of the strong correlations, to one’s gastric fixations,
And the steed one tends to adore.
For example:
Those dudes who aspire to a ham ‘n’ quail,
Probably prefer riding Cannondale.
And simple sods slurping green Jello,
You guessed it, they’re riding Cervello.
While knobs (like me) on an Armstrong Trek,
Suck power gels and goo and drek,
And those lovers of cheese’n’macaronis,
Look stylish on their classic Marinonis,
Yet Rolf who doesn’t give a damn,
will eat anything before a dental exam,
Bread’n’ onions to avoid feeling bonky,
then sallies forth on a steely Bianchi.