….when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The lycra was hung on the chimney with care,
in the hope that come ride time dry roads would be there.
But alas through the night the storm had rolled past,
leaving roads all awash to soak ones arse.
So as this endeavour begins in the continuing rain,
there’s an inkling this challenge may be just a little insane.
But hey ho, no worries, for as the wheels start to turn,
it all makes more sense as the passion returns.
And he could be heard to exclaim with all doubts pushed aside,
“Happy Festive 500 to all, and to all a good ride.”