'Twas the Night Before the Ride for the Pie
'Twas the night before the Ride for the Pie
And all through the house,
Not a cyclist was stirring,
Nor clicking his mouse.
The bike was set by the door with care
In hopes that daylight soon would be there
I was nestled and snug in my bed
While visions of pastry danced in my head.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon overhead gave off such a glow
It was practically mid-day on objects below.
What to my wondering eyes should appear
But a pelaton of cyclists each with a beer.
More rapid than eagles these bikes they came
Guys whistling and shouting and calling my name.
"DeeGee you knucklehead you 50+ phart
Get your piehole out here -- it's time to start!"
I ran back to my bedroom and jumped in some clothes
A teeshirt and shorts and what else Heaven knows
I thought of coffee -- wished I had some joe
But the group kept yellin' it was time to go.
So I tossed a wallet, the cell and my keys
Into the saddlebag with ease
Grabbed a bottle of water cold from the fridge
I'd probably need it when we hit the ridge.
And sooner than the blink of an eye
I was off and out -- Riding for pie!
The miles flew by under the the moon that night
The group of us must have been quite a sight.
We rode, and we rode, and we rode some more
'Till we'd put twenty miles from my front door.
The sun had just begun to show its face
When someone cried "There's Irma's place!"
I'd ridden this route countless times before
But I never saw Irma's compelling front door.
'Twas a vision of culinary delight
A diner with scrumptious pies to bite!
We took every seat there was to be had
And traded stories about bikes gone bad
And sooner than you can say "oh me, oh my!"
Irma was bringing us all some pie.
I've lived over half a hundred year
I've had great meals and unbelievable beer
And never, in all that time, I must say,
Have I tasted a pie that tasted that way.
Words can't capture that taste so sublime
Bite after bite, time after time.
We stuffed our faces 'till we nearly burst
No one was able to stand, at first.
But at last with the sun up so high
We mounted our bikes and heaved a sigh
We turned for home and began to ride
One after the other, some side by side.
Our Ride for the Pie was a huge success
We forgave ourselves of our dietary excess
And vowed to return the very next year
From two counties over you could hear us cheer.
Then suddenly -- maddeningly I head a buzz
I couldn't for the life of me figure what it was
But the noise continued until my hand
Reached over for the alarm clock on the night stand.
It was time to awake and time to arise
Time to wipe the sleep from my eyes
Time to drink some coffee and eat a breakfast bar
Time to Ride for the Pie -- fifteen miles ain't far!
Miraculous! DG, may your pie taste all that much better for your literary labors here, and for your exertions tomorrow. Sleep tight all!
Good stuff, Gary...
Today is the day!
It's 4:50 AM and I'm up and sorting out my riding gear...be eatin' pie by 8 AM!!!
Nowhere else on BFN will you get something like this to read!
Great stuff, Gary.
That was great Gary, ya know your getting older when ya start dreaming about pie :) I'm off on my ride for pie, looking forward to some great stories later. y'all be careful out there -Mike
The epic poem has been placed on the Pie Web Page.
Ahh..........BP will have ridden by 8AM and have pie for breakfast. I'm off to spend the day with a bunch of teachers learning about bureaucratic nothing and won't have my ride until this evening....pie for dinner.
Great Reading, but like another post - I just don't get (understand) this pie thing.
Is there a 'Pie for Dummies' explanaton out there?
I feel like I'm back in the 4th grade and folks are talking about sex, (Big Grin)
I know I'm missing out on something but don't really know what its about. But Gosh- when I discovered & experienced the joy......(better stop - even if this is a 50+ group)
I believe DnvrFox has posted previously on the history and mystique of the 50+ pie cult. Perhaps he should do so again and make it a sticky.
But basically, it's one of those "in joke" things. Being a pie lover myself I glommed onto it even without knowing the history.
If you want to get all symbolic about it, I suppose pie stands for the prevailing 50+ ethos of smelling the roses, not taking things too seriously, and so on. But that's a job for Derrida Diego*.
Anyway, with the grim news about Ford here in Motown meaning that I will have thousands more competitors for the few crappy jobs still available (my midlife change to a "hot career field" having evaporated soon after 9/11) I can really use a nice ride and a good slab of pie. With ice cream. And strong coffee. Hold the cyanide for now...:rolleyes:
Right now it's cloudy and a bit damp but supposed to clear up in a couple of hours. So I'm waiting.
*What I haven't seen explained yet is, what's with all this Diego stuff??
Great job DG.
I figure you are giving up at least $100,000 per year as a Poet Laureate of the United States in order to spend your time in BF.
Here I sit at work, visions of blueberries dancing in my head, vicariously riding into the great blue yonder (well, actually, its grey here today) with all the 50+s who have their priorities straight. Have a great ride y'all. I'll be with you in spirit.
Great job Gary
I like it Gary!
Thanks for the effort, and sharing!
Ohhhh- Now I get it. (pun intended) :D :D
The APPLE pie RCK and I had at Irma's was not bad at all.
There I am sitting in the Uk thinking that there must be a Sensible side to DG- you know what I mean -hard working, diligent worker, nice bloke to know- and he comes out with a dream like this. I have to admit that I am jealous- I don't have dreams anything like this. And then to put it down in prose that makes my attempts many years ago to pass my advanced English litererary exam look a bit basic.
Then to make it worse- He is going to have his daughters with him today and they are going to bake him a special cake. They don't have a smiley for "Green with envy" so he'll have to dream that one aswell.
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