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.”