- Published on Wednesday, 12 March 2014 01:04
- Written by Bob Simon
As spring blooms proliferate in our gardens, so do the colorful outfits of bicycle riders along Foothill Expressway and numerous byways in our community. While their attire varies greatly, all cyclists have one thing in common – frequent physical contact with their bicycle seats!
I have observed this phenomenon (from a safe distance; I no longer ride yet am slightly envious of those who do). Here is my take on the cyclists with whom we happily share the road.
Hitting Below the Belt
The bicycle – a work of art;
So lithe, so trim, so neat –
Began with two disparate wheels
Supporting one small seat.
With evolution, bikes progressed.
Today they come complete
With moly frames and poly gears,
Two brakes – and one small seat.
Which human part takes the heat
As this mis-design-ed seat
Finds every nook and cranny?
The avid biker’s fanny.
If biking makes you somewhat sore
And you are in a pique,
Do yourself a favor great:
Don’t turn the other cheek!
From the cycles’ point of view
Here’s joy beyond compare:
A biker hooked on Jenny Craig,
With tiny derriere.
With insight that seems heaven sent,
I feel a tad ambivalent.
To make my turnabout complete,
I now feel sorry for the seat.