We seek them here,
We seek them there,
But my bloody wheels,
Are not anywhere

We seek them high,
We seek them low,
But I can’t locate,
My Hope Enduro(s)

They are not in the shop,
And they’re not on my bike,
I guess that means,
No riding tonight

I sit here and wonder,
When will they arrive,
So I can do sunshine riding,
Oh will I survive?

On my misfortune,
I should not much linger,
It could be worse,
I could have bust my finger!

Women and MTBs – the only two things to inspire me to (bad) poetry…