Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Ode to Autumnal Brilliance

Hail to thee, oh Late-season Fitness!
Would that I had but one single witness
To the feats I accomplish in your sunlit realm
As my bike conquers mountains, with me at the helm

I fly down the flats like a Roubaix-bound Boonen
And dream I lay waste to my Pro-Tour opponents
No peak is too high, no town is too far
But then you recede like a 5 a.m. star...

How tragic! how young! how lamented you are!

Then I sit at my desk, just dreaming of spring
Oh, Late-season Fitness! You sweet, fickle thing!

~ Composed upon the boneshaker, 9/15/09


Human Wrecking Ball said...

Really good.

Velosopher said...

Why thank you, sir!

Suitcase of Courage said...

Simply beautiful. I love Fall!

Velosopher said...

Thank you, thank you, SoC! (By the way, we'll be in touch soon.)