"Come and listen to a story 'bout a gal named Sue,
A ten-mile bike ride seemed like the thing to do,
And then that day on the way back from the beach,
She damned near killed herself and she is here to teach:
Over 50, dodging cars, 97 degrees...
See the one thing forgot was a bottle from to drink,
'Cuz the lack of concessions was a thought she didn't think,
And that oversight? The beginning of the end,
For the beat of the heat landed her a case of bends:
Head pounding, stomach churning, seeing stars...
No gears, but Hill Abilities!"
(Yes, I think, in retrospect, I'd better get a mountain bike, or a new bike at any rate...with a few gears. I'm too old for this shit...)
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