Let’s start with the very first cycling poem I ever wrote, way back in 2005. I’ve moved on a bit since then, but the sentiment’s still the same.
REALITY CHECK
It’s not miles
Speed
Or what you spend:
It’s being out here
When the wind hits fifty on the flat
Hurling ball-bearing rain
And people passing
Shake their heads
And smile sadly.
That’s when you know
This is the real thing.
And so are you.
Gonecycling (again) 