as riding in style upon my route.
With ears on my helmet and big purple wheels,
a girl on the move – that’s just how it feels.
Yellow the bars on which I grip,
solid the ‘crete on where I zip.
Strong my legs that make me move,
I ride alone and in my groove.
As I move on to larger rides,
and life expands like changing tides.
I tell you now it’s not my ploy,
to ride behind some stinky boy!