Can someone write a poem about the off season...
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There is a hole in the sky
Where the rain comes in
The hole is small
That's why we've not had a wet Paris-Roubaix for decadesFckin' Quintana … that creep can roll, man.0 -
When the racing stops
The riders get fat
And the forum topics
Turn to doping chat
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Is cavendish finished?
Look at this picture
A single angle, unfortunate?
He's just breathing in
No, he's fat
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I got passed by that rider yesterday
Going hard but hardly breathing
Saw his ride on strava
He'd already done 200k
Was just warming down
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Qatar is coming
Cav is getting fat
Please put a contract in Pizzato's cap
If you havent got a contract
A naked ad for free
If you havent got a naked ad
then god bless Friebe
*applause*It's only a bit of sport, Mun. Relax and enjoy the racing.0 -
Qatar is coming
Cav is getting fat
Please put a contract in Pizzato's cap
If you havent got a contract
A naked ad for free
If you havent got a naked ad
then god bless Friebe
Geologist AND Poet0 -
Oleg, Oleg, give Bjarne your answer true
He's half crazy buying the team off you
It won't be a massive offer
Scandal has emptied his coffers
But Riis will look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a team car instead of youIt's only a bit of sport, Mun. Relax and enjoy the racing.0 -
I'm meant to be doing the registrations for my hockey club today. This is the result of my procrastination.
Based on the early verses of We Didn't Light the Fire by Billy Joel. Sing-a-long if you like (if you need a reminder: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTLKWw542g )
Mikel Landa, Fab Aru, Pistolero beat those two,
Wiggo's Hour, Lizzie's Worlds, Greipel sprints for four,
Peter Sagan second place, It's too hot we will not race,
Level crossing, Wheel change, Cocaine at Le Tour
Richie Porte, Dumoulin, Alex Kristoff, Zakarin,
Pauline FP rainbow three, Kittel on the sick,
Kiryienka wins TTs, Stan brings Etixx to their knees,
Velon cameras, disk brakes, data at a click
Chris Froome yellow twice, roadside fans are not nice,
Thibault Pinot on the Alpe, Valverde number one,
Taylor Phinney back again, poor Purito still can't win,
Abu Dhabi, Alpine Lacets, tributes at Verdun
Nibbles holds onto a car, Chaves is a YouTube star,
Belgian wind, Armstrong film, Geraint hits a pole,
Steve Cummings robs the French, Tinkov twitter nonsense,
CIRC report, Nairo Q, Yorkshire on a roll
Degenkolb at Roubaix, what more is there left to say
Turn the light off, shut the door - Twenty fifteen is no more
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Please, make it stop! Poetry is bad enough as it is. Plus I've only got a handful of posts left until I retire and I don't want to have to use any more of them on this.0
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There are some young men in the Clinic
Who on Froomedog pretend they are cynics
Vayer made up some data*
got them all in a lather
Proving being a critic's no picnic
(*have to pronounce that dah tah, like the aussies)We're in danger of confusing passion with incompetence
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His gaze drifted over the hedges as he pedaled
He began to smile as a horse pricked its ears in his direction
This was no DI2 equiped steed; this was steel
A change in elevetion results in a slowing of cadence, a reach to a down tube to pull a lever backwards
No HR, no Power Meter, no intervals, destination, or target
No aero helmet or neck ache
Thoughts drift to the pleasures of the season past - few and far between but there none-the-less
His legs had never felt this good.
Do you see the difference?Insert bike here:0 -
Is this a victory I see before me?
The line spread out across the road
Come, let me clutch thee
I have thee not, and yet I race on still
Art though not, winning vision, sensible to Sagan as to Greips
Or art though, but a second on the line,
a false creation proceeding from the sports gel addled mind
I see thee yet, at World Champ'onships
which to now I must go
Thou marshall'st me to attack the cobbled hill
and distance the belgian who too oft seconds
My talents make straights of these corners
this is worth all the rest. I race on still
And on my jersey and shorts, rainbow stripes
which were not there before. Keep on racing
'Tis for the spoils of winning
(and for world peace) I must o'er this race presideWe're in danger of confusing passion with incompetence
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Winter is coming
Falling leaves has been ridden
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Cross bikes mud and beer,
Madison handslings in Ghent,
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Bloody philistine.Please, make it stop! Poetry is bad enough as it is. Plus I've only got a handful of posts left until I retire and I don't want to have to use any more of them on this.
And why are you retiring. 5000 posts isn't retirement age. 30000 is - like Frenchie.
I miss Frenchie.
O Frenchie, Frenchie, wherefore art thou Frenchie?
Deny thy Bertie and refuse thy log-in;
What's in a name? that which we call Frenchie
By any other name would a post be as shite;
(For pedants, I am aware that 'wherefore art' means 'why are you' rather than 'where are you')Twitter: @RichN950 -
Nothing...
Absolutely nothing...
Over to Parts For Sale,
for a project till the Spring.Half man, Half bike0 -
Is this a victory I see before me?
The line spread out across the road
Come, let me clutch thee
I have thee not, and yet I race on still
Art though not, winning vision, sensible to Sagan as to Greips
Or art though, but a second on the line,
a false creation proceeding from the sports gel addled mind
I see thee yet, at World Champ'onships
which to now I must go
Thou marshall'st me to attack the cobbled hill
and distance the belgian who too oft seconds
My talents make straights of these corners
this is worth all the rest. I race on still
And on my jersey and shorts, rainbow stripes
which were not there before. Keep on racing
'Tis for the spoils of winning
(and for world peace) I must o'er this race preside
Quite brilliant.It's only a bit of sport, Mun. Relax and enjoy the racing.0 -
Pah. Ripping off Shakespeare is easy. Appropriating Billy Joel is harder.Quite brilliant.
Ripping off Aaron Sorkin (A Few Good Men) is also fairly easy. Here's Armstrong responding to USADA under oathYou can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has races. And those races have to be ridden by men with bikes. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Tygart? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Bassons and you curse the US Postal Service. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Bassons's retirement, while tragic, probably won me races. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins races...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that mountain. You need me on that mountain.
We use words like omerta, syringe, transfusion...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent winning something. You use 'em as evidence. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a blood bag and find a vein. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Did you order the blood bag?
I did the job you sent me to do.
Did you order the blood bag?
You're goddamn right I did!!Twitter: @RichN950 -
^^^ Hat tip. Well done that manOpen One+ BMC TE29 Seven 622SL On One Scandal Cervelo RS0
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Bloody philistine.Please, make it stop! Poetry is bad enough as it is. Plus I've only got a handful of posts left until I retire and I don't want to have to use any more of them on this.
And why are you retiring. 5000 posts isn't retirement age. 30000 is - like Frenchie.
I miss Frenchie.
O Frenchie, Frenchie, wherefore art thou Frenchie?
Deny thy Bertie and refuse thy log-in;
What's in a name? that which we call Frenchie
By any other name would a post be as shite;
(For pedants, I am aware that 'wherefore art' means 'why are you' rather than 'where are you')
I was taking the p1ss, a post count is a number, it means sod all to anyone with a brain right?
Seriously though, please stop the poetry lads, where's your selfrecockingspect?0 -
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM, get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Or something like that.0 -
Seriously though, please stop the poetry lads, where's your selfrecockingspect?
There was a young man called mfin
who whined and bitched 'bout everything
His gripes and his hates
no forum would rate
No wonder frenchfighter had blocked himWe're in danger of confusing passion with incompetence
- @ddraver0
