An Encounter with Cycle Grrrrryl
The blur of red and black, a streak of motion on wheels,
I saw it in my rear-view long before it drew up alongside
To reveal a perfect vision of dark-haired vital health seated
On an expensive blue, carbon-fibre roadbike.
I was making a good 24 mph, despite the headwind,
Fancying myself to be this paragon of pure, pumping energy
That few could or would overtake on a searing summer day,
Ego stroked, macho to da max, superbiker me!
What a shock, therefore, to my Armstrong self to see
Glistening teeth, grinning, looking positively carnivorous,
Framed by a bicycle helmet on the woman’s lovely head
As she nonchalantly pedaled at my furious pace!
Before I could collect my wits to utter a single word,
This graceful Cheshire Catwoman flashed another big grin
And cut in the afterburner, accelerating well past Mach
To dash on ahead and completely out of sight.
Aphrodite on two wheels, or merely Diana on her way
To claim another victim? All I can recall are those two
Firmly toned thighs breaking into overdrive and leaving
Me in stupefied bemusement, sedately going 24!
Sadly, no names passed between us and I’ve never seen her again.
Life is like that, though, isn’t it? A series of fleeting glimpses
Of some impossible dream is all that one is usually left with.
Damn! Wish I knew who that Cycle Grrrrryl was!