Trace me your wheel tracks

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Yellow Fang

Yellow Fang

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This must win the lead balloon award. A thread that includes cycling poetry and a link to Kelly Brooks and Victoria Pendleton with bikes and it goes off the page without comment.

It's a sobering thought that even if Vicky was cycling her Pashley Sonnet in her high heeled shoes, I probably couldn't catch her on my road bike. Wouldn't stop me trying though.
 

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my favorite David Essex song :ohmy::blush::hyper:.....


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPNkB7biMOg


Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.

Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?

Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.

Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle ;),
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.

Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham's Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.

Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.

Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
 
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