A fantasy poem written by Neil "The Wheel"
Their shadows drew long as they climbed up the hill
Six strong men with bicycling skill
The looks on their faces said all as they fought
To get up the hill, and not to get caught
The peleton chased at a fast, frenzied pace
But the day was not theirs, nor was the race
After cresting the hill, they each took their turn
And looked at each other, trying to learn
Who looked the strongest, and who still had kick
Trying to make the others look sick
The finish grew nearer, with each gasping breath
A fight to the finish, a fight to the death
Six strong men, with bicycling skill
Battled each other, and each other's will