The once was a rider in Crockett,
who could ride as fast as a rocket.
One fine day out
a hill made her shout
"That hill is too steep! "Fork it!"
Sorry, I sthink at this, but this is based on a true story...
The once was a rider in Crockett,
who could ride as fast as a rocket.
One fine day out
a hill made her shout
"That hill is too steep! "Fork it!"
Sorry, I sthink at this, but this is based on a true story...
Be yourself, to the extreme!
Let's do haiku or tanka instead.
Rhyming verse in limericks is too much thinking for the day.![]()
there was a young biker from boston
who would not do a race with her socks on
her bike had green tires
and she handed out fliers
but believed that socks were too wanton.
I like Bikes - Mimi
Watercolor Blog
Davidson Custom Bike - Cavaletta
Dahon 2009 Sport - Luna
Old Raleigh Mixte - Mitzi
I had to run ten miles today.
My lazy *ss grumbled, "No way!"
But I put on my shoes
And ran off my blues
By thinking of it as my play!
Speed comes from what you put behind you. - Judi Ketteler