Tripleshot Cycling

Riding our bikes in the mud with cachet,
We grin in the dark at the trails that we slay.
So set your alarm,
And get down on the Farm*,
For it's Wednesday tomorrow — Hoo-ray!

*The mud and the grime, means we may not have time, to play on the golf course chip trail. But it could be a lark, to head up Summit Park, if JT's not too Mex-ed out and frail.

In like a really dirty shirt!

Although with three weeks off I may be struggling a bit to catch my breath.

We will meet you guys at Shelbourne and Feltham - 6:23.

(Plain vanilla gif-less and wit-less post)

Slay with cachet, Rolf?
I think tripleshot has found its next poet laureate.
Riding tomorrow sounds good

Drawn in by your rhyme, I’ll be there on time
Unless sleep or the kids hold me back.
For the promise of mud and some coffee and grub
Fills a need when I’d otherwise lack.

Tis true we'll join you,
Catching dirt in our teeth.
Should I die out there,
In my will, I bequeath
My bike to my kids
Who shall not fail
To join you next week
On the next muddy trail.

I'm in
But
Too
Tired
To
Post
a
Poem

There once was a gal with cool farm kit
Who rode cross last night and just wouldn’t quit
She tried in vain
To catch that farm train
But in the end she slept in a bit !!