Staring at your front wheel
Tarmac flying by
Looking at the distance
Red flash catches your eye

He's not that far ahead
Hundred yards or so
Legs start to complain
As your head tells them to go

Breathing ups its pace
Muscles start to ache
Negotiating corners
With little time to brake

You're shifting up the gears
Piling on the speed
Almost at the end
But he almost has no lead

Thirty seconds left
When you finally snick past
How could a kid
On a mountain bike go so fast?

Strange the things you do
To make the commute more fun
Basking in the glory
Of the race you've just won

.todd anderson