There is no better feeling, than when I’m free wheeling,
Past traffic and speeding, down streets that are leading,
me from A to B
my bike and me
Perfectly in sync – I don’t need to think
about what I am doing, my legs keep on moving
speeding up slowing down
till my feet hit the ground
Dodging puddles and potholes, taxis and buses.
Fair-weather cyclists are all just wusses.
I’m out in the sun, fog, snow and rain.
Unflattering waterproofs are more than a pain.
But it is all worth it, to experience the joy
and realise a bike is more than a toy.
It’s my mode of transport, my way to see places,
down side streets and allies, take in people’s faces.
No road rage, pushing, queueing along with the masses,
Spend half of my salary on train and bus passes
No need for a timetable, not restricted to bus routes,
I go when I’m able, any time that suits
If there is a strike
I hop on my bike
anytime I like