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A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Let me spin my wheels A little taste of the long flat road I’ve forgotten how it feels A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Make my chainwheel hum A little taste of the up hill grind Thirty miles and some A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Way out among the farms A little taste of dust on your lips My metal soul would calm Climb up onto the saddle, Bobby Clip into the pedals tight Feel my frame respond to you You always crank me right Stay with me in the saddle, Bobby Our ride will be as sweet As the wash of lactic acid From your shoulders to your feet It’s good with you on my saddle, Bobby I know you feel the same You push my pedals hard now And laughing call my name Lean easy in those corners, Bobby Accelerating the while My frame is all aglow now On your face I sense a smile Flying home with you, Bobby You get the adrenaline kick It makes you sprint the last half mile And smooth out the left hand flick A little taste of tarmac, Bobby I am waiting stem unbowed Come find me soon and ride me Before my rims corrode A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Make me spin my wheels A little taste of any road Or forget how good it feels.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
A Little Taste Of Tarmac
A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Let me spin my wheels A little taste of the long flat road I’ve forgotten how it feels A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Make my chainwheel hum A little taste of the up hill grind Thirty miles and some A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Way out among the farms A little taste of dust on your lips My metal soul would calm Climb up onto the saddle, Bobby Clip into the pedals tight Feel my frame respond to you You always crank me right Stay with me in the saddle, Bobby Our ride will be as sweet As the wash of lactic acid From your shoulders to your feet It’s good with you on my saddle, Bobby I know you feel the same You push my pedals hard now And laughing call my name Lean easy in those corners, Bobby Accelerating the while My frame is all aglow now On your face I sense a smile Flying home with you, Bobby You get the adrenaline kick It makes you sprint the last half mile And smooth out the left hand flick A little taste of tarmac, Bobby I am waiting stem unbowed Come find me soon and ride me Before my rims corrode A little taste of tarmac, Bobby Make me spin my wheels A little taste of any road Or forget how good it feels.
If a bicycle could have a soul this is a poem that my favorite bike 'Loretta' would have written to me after a long period of neglect as I recovered from some injury or other.
#love#miles#dust#distance#speed#road#cycling
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
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