The Unexpected Cyclist

(dedicated to all the cycling enthusiasts I've met over the years):

A fine addition to our day
An unexpected cyclist made his way
Through crowded alleys and pedestrian streets
Tires crunching gravel ‘neath tired feet
Replete with goggles, Lycra shorts,
And a shiny helmet to turn the parts
Into a character, sure and neat
The kind a girl’s parents might like to meet
With a friendly grin, he comes to a stop
And from his saddle down he hops
And without delay starts to regale
The assembled crowd with many tales
Of all his travels, both near and far
And the merits of never owning a car
The folks who do, he vehemently claims,
Never feel the sun or rain
Nor feel the wind bite like a cat,
None who have would forget that!

But after talking long, and eating more,
He retires homeward, intent to snore
Relaxing muscles that work so hard
To bring him joy and more reward
He dreams so much of being on the road,
The unexpected cyclist, brave and bold.