In January's grip, a hard day unfolds,
A tale of cyclists, their stories untold.
YAL, the captain, the RZA to the crew,
Guiding with wisdom, as leaders often do.
Clubman, adorned with a cool car's grace,Wish he would join us on an e-bike, a new kind of race.
Cagihama, brave, found the ride tough,
Yet took big turns on the front, never feeling enough.
Ruserius, devourer of kilometers vast,
Bunny hops and skids, a daredevil blast.
Whitleyjay, a newcomer, fixed gear in hand,
Hill climbing aficionado, conquering the land.
GLWS, a solo breakaway's dream,
Pedaling freely, like a flowing stream.
Po, from London's streets to the countryside,
Chasing value in miles, his expensive train tickets his guide.
Dave [forum name not known] a helper, a friend to poor Russ, his care's a must.
Elgonzo's bike with wide tyre rim brake,
Distributing treats, stickers in his wake.
South American sweets, a flavorful delight,
Spreading joy and radness, day and night.
Jmg412, on his single speed glides,
Spreading good vibes on the January ride.
Falconvitesse, in the dark he rode alone,
Meritorious grit, a tale to be known.
Through wind and cold, they forged their way,
A symphony of pedals, in January's gray.
Each rider, a chapter in this hard day's song,
A testament to strength, where they all belong.
In January's grip, a hard day unfolds,
A tale of cyclists, their stories untold.
YAL, the captain, the RZA to the crew,
Guiding with wisdom, as leaders often do.
Clubman, adorned with a cool car's grace,Wish he would join us on an e-bike, a new kind of race.
Cagihama, brave, found the ride tough,
Yet took big turns on the front, never feeling enough.
Ruserius, devourer of kilometers vast,
Bunny hops and skids, a daredevil blast.
Whitleyjay, a newcomer, fixed gear in hand,
Hill climbing aficionado, conquering the land.
GLWS, a solo breakaway's dream,
Pedaling freely, like a flowing stream.
Po, from London's streets to the countryside,
Chasing value in miles, his expensive train tickets his guide.
Dave [forum name not known] a helper, a friend to poor Russ, his care's a must.
Elgonzo's bike with wide tyre rim brake,
Distributing treats, stickers in his wake.
South American sweets, a flavorful delight,
Spreading joy and radness, day and night.
Jmg412, on his single speed glides,
Spreading good vibes on the January ride.
Falconvitesse, in the dark he rode alone,
Meritorious grit, a tale to be known.
Through wind and cold, they forged their way,
A symphony of pedals, in January's gray.
Each rider, a chapter in this hard day's song,
A testament to strength, where they all belong.