And on a lighter note…

On our recent Bristol Cycling Ride touring the South Bristol Arts Trail, we had an instant poem written especially for us by the Poetry Machine:

 

A time to fly through cobbled streets

Where groups of walkers trail their feet

Their unswept hair, their pocket hands

They don’t know what they miss on land…

 

For wheels and spokes are how we move

Not tied by gravity like fools

We sweep together, side by side

Along this city’s riversides.

 

The children laugh and point and shout

They know what flying’s all about

It’s dreams, and make-belive, and fun

Yes, cycling beats and walk or run.

 

We hereby appoint the Poetry Machine as Bristol Cycling’s official Poet Laureate.