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    • CommentAuthordirtydsoul
    • CommentTimeOct 20th 2010
    What: A Halloween Ride
    Where: The corner of Windsor Street and Windsor Place in Somerville
    When: Friday, October 22nd, 8:30 pm

    Once upon a full moon dreary, while I pedaled, weak and weary,
    Past many a hidden automobile, portending potential ire,
    While I hustled, nearly wheezing, suddenly a squeak of teasing,
    As of some mouse or bird or ferret, squeaking at my back tire.
    "Tis some visitor," I muttered,"squeaking at my back tire-"
    ..."Over this I won't perspire."

    As I thought this moment over, it was in the bleak October,
    And each separate falling leaf seemed landed on a pyre.
    Eagerly, I wished for Friday, through my thoughts in disarray,
    but then I turned attention to the mention at my tire,
    just some commuter entreating passage at my rearward tire,
    over this I won't perspire.

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I desire;
    But the fact is I was gassing and so gently you came passing,
    And so faintly you came squeaking, passing my rear tire,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you" -here I looked back to inquire;-
    pavement only at my tire.

    And then it was a realization, absconded with my trepidation,
    Friday's here and it's the FUCKING BIKE CLUB at my tire;
    Dressed as though for tricks and treats, cluttering the roads and streets,
    The FBC was there to meet my gaze at my back tire,
    shotgunning beers and shenanigans in modes that I admire,
    this is what I hope to see on Friday at my tire.
    • CommentTimeOct 21st 2010