Seems my bike mate who did the weekend rides with me has penned an ode (?) to the two outtings we did. The first was an open invitation ride with a bunch of about 60 that we joined and of course the second was the run to Noosa. With permission, I've reproduced the words as sent to me below (not sure why the all caps). The man has talent. Oh, if anyone wishes a translation on some points, feel free to ask, as there are plenty of local references.
MARC AND LINCOLNS EXCELLENT ADVENTURE
A FULL WEEKEND UP THE COAST, TWO RIDES WERE A MUST,
MARC AND I WERE CONFIDENT, THE COAST BOYS WE’D BUST,
THE BUNCH LEFT MOOLOOLABA, TO TRAVEL NICKLIN WAY,
AT KAWANA WE JOINED, TIME TO ENTER THE FRAY,
IT WAS CRUISE CONTROL CITY, TILL WE ALMOST HIT TOWN,
THEN THE BIG BOYS TOOK OFF, AND THE HAMMER WENT DOWN,
THE BUNCH WAS NOW SPLIT, AND WORDS THEY DID SLUR,
MOFFAT AND KINGS BEACH, WERE NOWT BUT A BLUR,
THE BLACK NORCO WAS CHARGING, MARC WAS RIGHT IN THE ZONE,
BUT HE MISSED THE CYTEK SLIDE PAST, A MISTAKE ALL HIS OWN,
HE NEVER REALISED HIS ERROR, OR THE BURDEN HE MUST BEAR,
ONE WONDERS THE OUTCOME, IF THE RIDLEY HAD BEEN THERE,
THEY SMASHED INTO THE HEADWIND, ALONG GOLDEN BEACH ROAD,
I WAS WORKING KINDA HARD, BUT IT’S ALWAYS FUN TO BE TOWED,
RACKED THE SMOKING STEEDS AT THE CAFÉ, TO THE DOOR THEY DID STRIDE,
PUSHING AND PULLING THE DOOR FAILED, COZ THE SIGN SAID, ‘PLEASE SLIDE’,
HIS OLD MATES INSIDE ROARED, THEIR MIRTH WAS JUST ENDLESS,
JUST PROVES THE OLD ADAGE, IN THE PELOTON YOU'RE FRIENDLESS,
SUNDAY MORNING WAS CRISP FOR THE COOLUM-NOOSA RUN,
ROLLING ALONG THE PERFECT ROADS, IN THE BRIGHT RISING SUN,
NOOSAVILLE WAS REACHED, JUST ‘SPIN’ BACK TO COOLUM SAID HE,
BUT THE RISES SEEMED FLAT AND WE AVERAGED THIRTY-THREE,
ON THE HILL OUTA NOOSA, WE DANCED OUR WAY UP,
I WAS SHOT BY THE END, NEEDING EPO BY THE CUP,
TWO LATTES AT COOLUM, AND DISCUSSING THE HIGHS,
THINKING OF THOSE OUT AT DAYBORO, SCOFFING THE PIES,
‘TWAS A FUN COUPLE OF RIDES, CANT WAIT TO GET BACK,
SUNDAYS THE DAY THE BIKE BECKONS,,,,,TIME AGAIN TO ATTACK !!
A FULL WEEKEND UP THE COAST, TWO RIDES WERE A MUST,
MARC AND I WERE CONFIDENT, THE COAST BOYS WE’D BUST,
THE BUNCH LEFT MOOLOOLABA, TO TRAVEL NICKLIN WAY,
AT KAWANA WE JOINED, TIME TO ENTER THE FRAY,
IT WAS CRUISE CONTROL CITY, TILL WE ALMOST HIT TOWN,
THEN THE BIG BOYS TOOK OFF, AND THE HAMMER WENT DOWN,
THE BUNCH WAS NOW SPLIT, AND WORDS THEY DID SLUR,
MOFFAT AND KINGS BEACH, WERE NOWT BUT A BLUR,
THE BLACK NORCO WAS CHARGING, MARC WAS RIGHT IN THE ZONE,
BUT HE MISSED THE CYTEK SLIDE PAST, A MISTAKE ALL HIS OWN,
HE NEVER REALISED HIS ERROR, OR THE BURDEN HE MUST BEAR,
ONE WONDERS THE OUTCOME, IF THE RIDLEY HAD BEEN THERE,
THEY SMASHED INTO THE HEADWIND, ALONG GOLDEN BEACH ROAD,
I WAS WORKING KINDA HARD, BUT IT’S ALWAYS FUN TO BE TOWED,
RACKED THE SMOKING STEEDS AT THE CAFÉ, TO THE DOOR THEY DID STRIDE,
PUSHING AND PULLING THE DOOR FAILED, COZ THE SIGN SAID, ‘PLEASE SLIDE’,
HIS OLD MATES INSIDE ROARED, THEIR MIRTH WAS JUST ENDLESS,
JUST PROVES THE OLD ADAGE, IN THE PELOTON YOU'RE FRIENDLESS,
SUNDAY MORNING WAS CRISP FOR THE COOLUM-NOOSA RUN,
ROLLING ALONG THE PERFECT ROADS, IN THE BRIGHT RISING SUN,
NOOSAVILLE WAS REACHED, JUST ‘SPIN’ BACK TO COOLUM SAID HE,
BUT THE RISES SEEMED FLAT AND WE AVERAGED THIRTY-THREE,
ON THE HILL OUTA NOOSA, WE DANCED OUR WAY UP,
I WAS SHOT BY THE END, NEEDING EPO BY THE CUP,
TWO LATTES AT COOLUM, AND DISCUSSING THE HIGHS,
THINKING OF THOSE OUT AT DAYBORO, SCOFFING THE PIES,
‘TWAS A FUN COUPLE OF RIDES, CANT WAIT TO GET BACK,
SUNDAYS THE DAY THE BIKE BECKONS,,,,,TIME AGAIN TO ATTACK !!
2 comments:
so cycling makes you illiterate?
no. had to egg you on.
good ode. gode. goad. i goaded you! yes!
You went up north with a mate to Noosa,
due to a sliding door, the peloton thought you were loser.
But you lived to tell this mighty story,
now you can bask in the praise and glory.
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