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The cadence slowed to near zero Spandex is lying in waste The corruption of an American hero Ended our love for the race The country once cheered for a bike Though most didn't understand Beating cancer, Germans, and the French, we did like So we began to clap our hands Not all is lost for cycling folks We still have our bikes and gear So wax the carbon frames an tighten the rear spokes A conned youth might excite French fear Pedal!!! Le Tour is ours next year.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Elegy for American Road Cycling
The cadence slowed to near zero Spandex is lying in waste The corruption of an American hero Ended our love for the race The country once cheered for a bike Though most didn't understand Beating cancer, Germans, and the French, we did like So we began to clap our hands Not all is lost for cycling folks We still have our bikes and gear So wax the carbon frames an tighten the rear spokes A conned youth might excite French fear Pedal!!! Le Tour is ours next year.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
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