Poem written by ratty before our big race on Saturday (he has downscaled to the 30km - 60km for the Lion)
No ride and no nook,
no beer till you puke,
just rest for your best.
Dream of the ride you have it inside.
then dig deep for the path may be steep.
To push will be queer, you must ride it I fear.
But the girls and fat men will be at it again,
by the time you get in they will have finished their spin.
With libido to spare, they will have loving to share.
Alas sweaty men though courage you have shone,
you will be left to hone your egos alone.