Okay - so I'm trying to learn the sonnet form so I thought I'd write a description of our ride as a poem. So here goes, just for a laugh!
Sunday Riders
We parked and locked cars off highway 95
A morning so blue only a cloud could pity
The cyclists flew like bees freed from the hive
Flat ground giving way to Ellicott city
The usual threesome and Laurie a rider
Who only comes out for the long and the hilly
Soon arrived at a rise that would test carbon fiber
Empty your lungs and spin your legs silly
Up switchbacks where turns take a turn for the worse
Where you pray "one more gear" and find none
And just when it feels time to call for a hearse
The summit is reached - the climbing is done
Even one foreign to queue sheets knows when to stop
For a Sunday morning bagel at a small coffee shop
Here's our friend and hill compatriot, Laurie L:
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