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Brooklyn Roads: NYC in Spring & The Five Boro Bike Tour

May 2nd to May 7th

Ride Director: Thomas Ryan
Ride Co-Director: Cynthia Lyons
Report by: Lary Schiller

Brooklyn Roads: NYC in Spring and the 5 Boros Ride: Tripper Report by Lary Schiller

dedicated to our Fearless leaders, Cynthia and Tom

I’m neither Whitman Moore or Crane

But I will try to rack my brain

And with refrains will gladly share it

And be your tripper poet Lary-iot

So If the verse is weak and the meter’s sillier

You’ll know this report’s from Lary Schiller

From North and South, from East and West

We came to sample Brooklyn’s best

On bike and foot and even ferry

And smell the blossoms, mostly cherry.

In Seventeen hundred and seventy six

George made his great escape

Left Brooklyn to the Torys

But that was no mistake

We won the war, the Brits erased

And now Tom’s Army takes their place.

Thirty strong we tour the Heights

Crossing bravely against the lights

Through lovely streets with brownstone homes

Perhaps where Whitman wrote his poems.

Nobody lives there on the dole,

But they thank the Lord for rent control

The Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridge

Were lovely in the morning air

We crossed and then we double-crossed

Had breakfast, brushed and hopefully flossed.

Celebrities in Prospect Park, and that is not a rumor

Hard to tell which one was older

The Campertown Elm or Chuck Schumer.

Then off to Coney Island on the Ocean Parkway trail

Past Hassids celebrating, how those orthodox can wail!

Then lunch at Nathan’s - what a scene; one hundred two years old

My hotdog was only two or three

Maybe that’s why it was cold.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Something’s wrong, you didn’t wait.

Now we’re lost again in space,

Do we go right or left or straight?

We took a ride through DUMBO, an acronym of some renown

But who remembers DUWOP? No, I don’t mean Motown

I won’t keep you in the dark

It means: Down Under Williamsburg Overpass Park.

East side, West side, all around the town

Manhattan is a potpourri, an awesome lovely isle,

Forget the sirens, detours, potholes/ and pedal on and smile.

Gerald and Gat always practice safe sex

The reason isn’t random

Cause every time they start to mount

They always use a tandem.

And then the climax, so to speak,

The HUGH 5 boros ride.

Or maybe it was only four,

I really can’t decide.

My rear end’s up to its old tricks-

It told me that it felt like six.

Manhattan, Bronx and Queens flew by

And Brooklyn was a breeze.

Staten Island- not so fast,

Maybe when I get new knees.

Oh Captains, Tom and Cynthia

Our joyful trip is done.

The bikes have weathered every bump,

Well, almost every one.

The riders are exhausted, but the Nu Hotel is near

But someone didn’t make the ride

For that, we shed a tear.

But hark, the fallen one returns

Bruised, battered but he’s here

Patrick, our helmets off to you

For you survived the fall.

Your future’s bright, you look alright

But you’ll need a root canal.

I want to mention the rest of you

But I just don’t have the time

Cause Rick,Randy,Dennis, Marita,Bo and

Sally, Greg, Loretta, Avelin,Monica, Diana, Sondra, Denise and

Janet, Carolyn, Becky, Jean, Liz and Bill and two Susans and two Judys

Just don’t rhyme.

All good things must finally end,

And Broooklyn roads must too

We’ve ridden far, we’ve had a ball

With friends both old and new.

So say goodbye and pack your bags

And next time Tom, provide name tags.