Rider! Rider! knees in tight
In the Peloton of the light
What immortal calf or thigh
Could frame thy fearful pedalry?

Against what distant Argos or Skyes
Burnt the fire of thy thighs?
On what frame dare he aspire?
What the legs dare grab the tire?

And What tailor, and what art,
Could dress the riders up like tarts?
And when the break away is so fleet,
What dread shoe? and what dread cleat?

What the cadence? what the chain?
In what material is that frame?
What the gruppo? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly ergos clasp?

When the Treks and Specialized,
water down their offers for you and I,
Do they smile their work to see?
What they made for Lance did they make for me?

Rider! Rider! knees in tight

In the Peloton of the light
What immortal calf or thigh
Could frame thy fearful pedalry?