Bard of the bike

22 05 2012

Storm clouds threaten.

To ride, or not to ride; that is the question;
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The cold and dampness of a sudden spring shower,
Or to concede to the forecast and ride another day,
And stay warm and dry at home? To pedal; to ride;
No more; and to ride to say we end
The sloth and the extra weight
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consequence
Devoutly to be avoided. To pedal; to ride;
To ride; perchance to risk the storm’s onset; ay, there’s the rub;
For in that storm what rains may come
When we have ventured far from the couch’s comfort,
Must give us pause; there’s the grit and grime
That makes calamity of such a soggy ride;
For who would bear the wind and rain of storms,
The decision made, the determined cyclist departs
The clouds all around, the sun in shroud.