Stopping By the Rally on a Sunny Morning

Time for a little something on the lighter side…
It all started when I went riding on a Saturday morning. A local rally passed near my house, so I just jumped into the ride from home. About the time I turned onto the route, the first pack of racers shot past. A minute or so later, another pack came flying by me. I wondered what those racers thought of “catching” such a slow rider eleven miles into the ride. In playing with that thought over the next 20 miles or so, I came up with this poem…

Out here with the fastest,
yet rides like molasses–
What manner of lass is
Midlothian Mom?

Well, she knows her speed lacks
so she jumped in the pack
just a mile from her shack–
such a canny old mom!

She likes velo travel
though she tends to unravel
wherever there’s gravel–
the klutziest mom!

But how does she feel
when, with no buns of steel
she can’t even suck wheel–
this inadequate mom?

She’s just happy to ride
at a leisurely glide.
“There’s no reason to hide,”
says Midlothian Mom.

To the back roads she’ll take
where she’ll rattle and shake
for a flatiron steak,
a reward for a mom!

— Thanks for reading!
Tailwinds,
Jan

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