when you are all on your Zwift, you can get a conference call going an sing a long..
Click go the Gears
(sung to the tune of Click go the shears) First Verse
Out in the Peleton, the old rider sits,
clasping his hoods in his thin boney mitts,
fixes his gaze on lumpy road up a ahead,
Glory when they get there won’t he make the sprinters DREAD!
Click go the gears boys, click, click, click,
Wide manual throw but his hands move quick,
the sprinters look around and are beaten by a wheel,
cursing the old rider on the full Reynolds Steel!
In the back of the Peloton, on his split saddle yeah,
Ride leader of the group, with riders everywhere;
Calls the rotation, from safety in the draft,
Calling names of riders whose turn it is at last.
The Specialised riders are there, a force,
With expensive frames, all too stiff of course,
Casting round their eyes like a real rider should,
I woulda, I coulda, but they are no bloody good!
Riding is all over, at the cafe with our treats,
some are bragging others just have bleats.
The old rider rises as to go, stops ’n says
“the trouble boys is Carbon is too bloody slow!”.
This topic was modified 2 weeks, 2 days ago by Ray.