153: Back Beach Bike Blast

Never thought it possible
To get two bikes in my little car
Cycle alongside the ocean
And travel quite so far.

Until you reach the finish
There’s just no way of knowing
If you’re made of the right stuff
If you’ll be able to keep going.

We laboured up the hills
And flew down the far side
The weather it was glorious
A perfect day for a ride.

We made it across the finish line
No other bikes in sight.
We won’t win prizes for speed
But we made it, so that’s alright.

Lady Satellite