The week-end, warrior women

were out in force Sunday;

they rode their cycles through

the ordinary weekend fray.

They peddled their expensive

bikes while riding four abreast,

as he drove slowly behind them

holding up all the rest

of the cars with folks just trying

to get to a late breakfast.

As a cyclist himself, he under-

stood the women’s joy

to be flying down the city street,

but they must know that

that they really, really annoy

the drivers that they meet

or maybe they just don’t care

and as he passed in the other lane

they just ignored his glowering stare.

“With rolls reversed,” he said, “and they

drove a car behind a cycle like mine,

they would understand that

single file on a city street is just fine.”