The City Cycle Route

"END," declares the sign
"End of what?" I ponder
The broken glass?
The white line?

It can't be the end of the route
I'm on a road
Bikes are allowed on the road
No matter how much you toot
"SHUT UP!"

I yell

With an SUV up my arse

It's hard to tell
What ends

Save for logic maybe
That disappeared two miles back
On the national 'cycle' track
Only suitable for a mountain bike

I don't like to complain
When the routes are insane
Or I can't ride in the lane
Or there's nothing to gain
From a six mile
Traffic-free
Diversion

It's just easy
Opportunities abound
With lanes lost and found

So again I ask
"End of what?"

"The debate"
Would appear to be the answer
"Now get off the road"

And briefly....

His car had been chipless
Up to that moment
When I forgot I was clipless