I Used To Ride A Bike - Potterers Cycling Club

The Potterers Cycling Club

Pottering in Kent for 50 years !

The Potterers Cycling Club

Pottering in Kent since 1971

Words > Poetry

All motorists get up my nose,

But the type I most dislike

Is the one who has to tell you

That he used to ride a bike.

He approaches you at lunch stop

With a loving sort of look,

You try to hint you're resting -

But tact is not in his book.

Oh, the cafés where he used to stop!

The characters he knew!

The distances he covered!

(He rode twice as far as you)

He's over thirty now, of course

(his waist looks forty-two)

So he's had to pack it in for good -

But how he envies you!

All cyclists need protection, Lord,

But one thing we implore -

Protect us most of all from bores

Who've swapped two wheels for four.

Bill Tordoff, Ilkley, West Yorkshire.

From CTC magazine.

usque ad mortem bibendum

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