Poetry Contribution

A follower of our travels, and dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous, composed this poem. Thank you so much, secret person:

There once was a guy named Bob

Who definitely was not a snob;

With friends old and new

While they drink a cold brew

They’ll all sit around and hob-nob.

There once was a guy named Colin

Who from his bike had not fallen

He said, ” I am tough

If I do hit the rough,

I will jump right back on without stallin’ “.

There once was a guy named Steve

Who said “This is what I believe –

I’d rather bike

Than take a hike

And a long ride I’d like to achieve”.

There once was a guy named Dan

Who with the others began,

But then turned around

Heading back to the Sound;

But don’t fret, it was part of the plan.