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"Cycling the Hills of Central Florida" or
"How to Bicycle From San Antonio to Brooksville and back to San Antonio in the Pouring Rain and Get Away with it Too"
"Tweedle-Dee & Tweedle-Dum"
Drove to San Antonio for some cycling fun
The parking lot is nearly full
As bikes are being put together
Cyclists are eager to ride
Despite not so promising weather
Off they go: 3, 5 and another group of 6
And, off we go: into the sticks
A 12 mile loop and overcast skies
Gave way to Bayhead and rain drops in our eyes
It's on to Brroksville, we are bound
Even as our cycling brethren were turning around
Our green n' blue cycles dancing on water
Returning to San Antonio, we knew we should've oughter
Rolling rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning
Can make such a ride all too frightening
Roads became treacherous with newly fallen rain
No time to dwell on it; miles to be gained
A 5 minute pit stop for one and coke for another
Left both, on their departure, with a numbing cold shudder
Breaks in the sky..."Hey, this storm is over."
No such luck and certainly not any warmer
We ascend rain-slicked hills with new vitality
Could this be called a cyclists' insanity?
St.Jo is near and that's a plus
Dry clothing awaits the two of us
Two cars in the parking lot; the others all went home
We are victorious.....
We, alone, conquered the storm.